192: Something Magical

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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