Autumn Magic poem six


Think upon the seals’ barking
Only then will you see them
Sharing their magic…
The cool of the fog,
The foam from a wave
Coffee in a cup.

Old-school arcade
Ticket from a master psychic in a booth,
Walking, talking, and smiling…
Driving, feeling, all together
Tunnels and dark canyons.

The Mermaids are singing
The universe is glowing…
The marina is full
Halloween flags
And gibbous moon.



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