You may not believe in magic
"...but
something very strange is happening at this very moment.”
--
Leonora Carrington, The Hearing Trumpet
North of College and Palmerston,
there is an alley way of wonder.
Where punching bags hang by chains
in the dark and roses crawl
dead, up white shutters.
It is a microcosm some would coin, the city
planner’s secret heart; where
daisies grow from cinder
blocks and leaves burnt,
bathe us
in chalk.
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