Poem: Fairies

I believe in fairies
Not the kind with streets
Cobbled with canines or
Broken butterflies on their backs
But the kind that drift
Around the garden on a summer’s day
Like a lazy train of thought
The ones you can catch in your hands
And blow away like a kiss

And there is magic in the way
Toadstools appear overnight
Like a polka-dot circus
Spreading, sprouting, sprawling
Into a glorious city

And sometimes in the humming
Jazz piano piece of a warm June day
When the hedgerows bubble with berries
And birds are laughing in the trees
It is not very hard to see
Why people once believed.


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