tricks in wear and tear

November 03, 2008 Candace Morris 4 Comments

is there only magic in booze?
is there magic in me, magic in you?

is there magic in the color-coordinated rows of my silly eye shadows?
the lovely plant in the corner reaching for light?
in the scent of my little sister's hair?

magic in the marx brothers?
magic in the ballads of django reinhardt i hear?

tell me true.
tell me dear,
is there magic near?

is there magic in lippy kisses on a scratchy blue couch?
in rosemary pizza and cheap beer?
in laughter and play?

in instant communication, ready intimacy with favorites?
in rants? in busy-ness? in confrontations, resolutions?

in gloves and hats?
in aching backs, in heartburn?
in an unexpected hug from an unforeseen visitor?
in a spontaneous beer date with the boys?

tell me, is there magic in a sick day
magic in the realization that you are happy at home?

magic in the crazed-homeless man's query, "ARE YOU HAPPY."
magic in the answer...

tell me true.
tell me dear,
is there magic near?

in a text, "coming home."
in the surprise of a chocolate dessert.
in the banter and nostalgia of a dress...

it's silly.
and i won't ignore how i feel when i swing from precarious branches
[and forgive myself for needing
a father]

there is
m
a
g
i
c
near.

i know, honey.
every one knows.
it wears off.
but wear and tear
cannot steal

the magic of the moment.

From All Hallowed's Eve

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see the whole album of frivolity
All Hallowed's Eve

~ sleep well and take her easy,
crm

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