I met a street poet
Singing in the North Avenue Station 
When he finished 
He said the answer is 
" high as we want to go"
I said 
"What was the question"
He said 
"How high can we go
As high as we can, because we're all magic"
As he disappeared down the road 
My bus came on time
I guess he was right 
Sometimes magic is in a song 
Sometimes it's in a heart
But no matter where it roams
It's always in full sight 
Ya just gotta know 
How to catch it in full flight 
And if you're lucky enough 
To meet a poet who knows 
Then be sure to gather some magic 
Because he gives away 
All that he grows

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

Post Comments
Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.