Poem: Fall Ritual

Hands on plow
Head turned down
Darkness comes

Shadows dancing in fields
Stretch long fingers reaching
For souls who linger long

Poem: This Magic Moment

This Magic Moment by The Drifters is playing
On the beat up jukebox in the corner
That still takes quarters and plays records
“This magic moment so different and new”
Crones out Ben E. King to bored listeners
In a place that hasn’t seen magic in years