AJ

With love always, Alice

The dog on the tram,
the soft fur,
my legs as shelter and the love
in just a moment.
The little girl’s cry of joy,
and the way it caught me
like it would my father.
The fairy that landed on my palm
like fate, and I held it
and thanked it, blew it away,
and I know magic is real.



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