by on December 18, 2017 :: 0 comments

is an entire city tucked
away behind the trees — I bet
no one knew it was there, at first.
like an elven kingdom, ransacked
by humanity, now the elves only come
out to play during thunderstorms,
or cool summer breezes.
you can feel the magic in the stillness of the night,
you can see them, sometimes, hiding in the canopies
of trees, they’re crying out for their home
but no one can hear them through the college bars
and loud coffee shops, and vegan-friendly pizza parlors—
but if you stand for a minute in the middle of Meridian Road,
just look up. they’re dancing with cicadas.
they’re singing psalms to the stars.

editors note:

Any place you visit can be enchanted, when you bring the magic with you. (We welcome Sarah to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of her madness on her new page – check it out.) – mh clay

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