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A Magical Journey Poetry Contest
Constance La France

"When we were hit by the magic wand's spell we suddenly became swans"
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I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind

Back in 2000, I met a handsome man
He was a bartender and served me my drinks
Tall, masculine, composed
From that first meeting, our eyes danced
Twenty-five years later the band is still rocking
For there's that same sparkles in our eyes
Where our undressed feelings lie in the nude
Albeit with a few wrinkles here and there
About four times a month I would visit him
We'd exchange pleasantries and laughs
And that's it 
No touching, kissing, or other
We loved to tell stories and text
And exchange gifts on our birthdays and holidays
We loved to talk and be each other's fantasy 
Apparently, our strong chemistry was obvious
Except there was no bridge and lots of restraints
For me, he was like my surrogate husband
... without the other
And as the years and decades rolled on
The brew got stronger
With our passions running wild
Yet capped
And maybe we thought of each other 
... as forbidden fruit 
... or maybe he couldn't hit on his customers
But neither of us made a move
We remained like two ostriches, flightless
Sticking our necks out to see how each was doing
That was the routine, our nature 
There was never a bad night or visit
... well except for the times, I saw him flirting
That was okay, but not really
Though my home away from home lacked a bedroom
I still enjoyed sitting at his bar and gazing
For twenty-five years I did just that
Gaze here, gaze there … well you get the picture
Well … I didn’t
Until one day, recently, I took inventory of my life
I know what you're thinking "Is she slow"
... and what can I say?
There's no retort, how can there be
On that day I took the long road to his bar
And ordered routinely, but sadly
"Michael I have bad news," as my eyes teared.
"I'm joining a dating site and need your help,"
... as his dancing eyes paused. And my heart fluttered.
"Can you help me with my profile picture?"
Explaining I'm new at this, "What's an ideal date?"
These baby steps were in the right direction
… and my resurrection 
Even though I was hit on by rabbits types and wolves
… I didn’t hit back
I cautiously vetted out the howlers, makers, and shakers
Searching for the right man, the same age, compatible signs
... witty and funny, hard working ... my type
I did find someone, an invite, a good hit … I hope
Only thinking at the time if serendipity could please hit me
After exchanging contact information
I suggested we meet across town at a bar that I go to
Thinking that Michael might approve of my date
When I arrived
Simple, I look for silver and maybe find gold
Or maybe I find another ostrich
... yet as my emotions walked across a tightrope 
There seemed to be something in the air ... could this be magic?
I didn't see Michael behind the bar
He’s not working, huh?
I kept willing and thinking
Did Michael secretly join the dating site to meet me?
No that can’t be ... even Moses couldn't part the sea here
I pondered and I pondered
But wouldn't this be a fitting end to our odyssey 
A twist in the road, where ostriches can cross ... perhaps?
... please God, as I closed my eyes, let it be
Let all my angels dance together
Let there be a magic spell
In this fairy tale ending
… muttering under my breath, "I’ll go to church this Sunday"
… please God as my white knuckles pressed into my chair
Moments later a tap on my shoulder
My pent up emotion began to bubble
... and my silent voice began to babble
… and as soon as I heard his voice they uncorked
"Ma'am is this seat taken," as Michael gave me a hug
Handing me a bouquet of white roses
As we melted into each other's arms
To matching tears running down our faces
A bridge spanning twenty-five years
… finally crossed
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