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Friday, November 20, 2015

Subway Poem # 23


magic underground once he boards the car
full of families and children.
(how did he know?)
at first everyone ignored him -- another crazy
then we became disarmed, then charmed
as he created magic,
twisting and turning his balloons into toys.
all sorts of shapes --
dolls and swords and dinosaurs and so much more.
joy swells like balloons
in our shared space
as he gives away his art,
asking for nothing but to hand out his cards
to hire him for parties
and leaving our car a mirthful one
on a weekend afternoon.



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