Magic
I met a street poet
Singing in the North Avenue Station
When he finished
He said the answer is
".....as 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 © Michael Moncrief | Year Posted 2017