Everyday poetry, poetry for every day. Insights. Epiphanies. The full measure. The last word. The only things left to say.
Magic happensin their eyes.There are no boxes aroundtheir heads.They danceand sing withtheir heartson their sleeves.No one cantell themno.They can talkto unicorns andgryphons.There are notomorrows,onlynow.
(Oct. 3, 2009)
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