poem | magic

I know you don't believe in magic
but how can you even say
there is no such thing as magic
when you see it everyday?

I know you've seen the trees bend
under the weight of magic's words,
and the way the sky turns purple
at the same time every dawn.

if you still don't believe me
that there's magic at every turn
it might be because you don't believe in magic--
maybe magic is something you earn.

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