192: Something Magical

self portrait

Self Portrait – V. Anderson

There’s something magical about poetry.
Everytime you don’t
write it down, it happens
to be the best.

And
and then sometimes when you do,
it just comes out like a jumble
of crashing waves.

It always comes to you when
you’re just not quite ready
and some of us even have to drag it
back in by its run-away tail.

But the other magical thing about poetry
is that not only
is it in everything, but
there’s nothing it’s not!

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