When
the Magic Happens
When
the magic happens
I’m
always surprised, because
the
relief I feel is so satisfying
that
it leaves me wondering
if
the magic will ever happen
again;
but it always does. When
the
media fills my head again,
with
all the nonsense and mayhem
that’s
going on out there, my muse
comes
to my rescue with a new
poem
that sorts out my confusion
and
puts my world back into
perspective
again.
Composed
in Tiny Beaches,
Georgian
Bay, Southcentral, Ontario
Tuesday,
June 10, 2024
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