Our Magical Capers

Dreaming big, turning the tide, and caring for oneself - a poem.

So tiny to imagine,
Yet much to observe.
The phone rings with abandon,
But to answer takes nerve.

The sentience of politics
Upholds magical belief,
But the norm of one’s tricks
Does help preclude grief.

Revere your sweet friends
Exploring magical capers,
For their bravery defends
All their hopes dashed in vapors…

For sweetness revolves
Around decadence and vice –
And positivity solves
Each non-working device!

When seeking to repair
Some scheme which is broken,
For yourself, you must care,
By the same friendly token!