Non-Erotic Poetry2014-10-24* * *
the man swam across a stream
the current swept his magic wand away
then lazy nap at the shore
butterflies landing nearby
a small girl watched the man
the magician shielded his eyes
and nodded
now he had to relearn his magic
the girl grew up
it's yours she said
oh--it's you he said
he glanced at the wand
and she vanished
he remembers the streams
and butterflies
and the girl
it was always you he marvels
wh,
2014-10-24
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