Let the magic be real; that's how I feel.
As good a beginning as any; is what I am thinking.
Cross my eyes and dot my tees is nearing the approach, in my mind,
as a starting point in which to land.
The forgetfulness of yesterday's tommorow seems to stand, even though
I may have fallen upon solid ground.
Like a leaf in the wind, I flutter and mingle; I stop and I go,
always searching for that which I do not know.
© Copyright 2016 Don George. All rights reserved.
Short Story / Mystery and Crime
Poem / Non-Fiction
Poem / Poetry
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