In the low places

Where my losses have accumulated

The yellow leaves have left the tree

Perhaps Banks and I will muster a walk.

But for now I will sit

And just be with my experience.

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Our wild- one man band- Jesse

Has moved out – due to lack of funds

But really the chaos – almost killed us

But I will miss him.

So few of us believe in magic

These days- and it’s his first choice.

Transitions are hard- even ones you wished for.

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My friend Bobby died on Weds-

As the 3i Atlas was closest to our sun

She too believed in Magic.

Tiny birds nests of treasures gathered

Each and everything held as sacred.