I'LL HAVE THE
MAGIC POTION
Standing at the brick wall, with the
yellow and blue grafitti all over it,
those two fellows look like walk-on
characters in a play of someone's dream.
Bad or good, I'll not say, but I like it either way.
I watch their hands as they're turning something,
each, over and over. I don't realize what it is
until I watch them really closely - and notice
they're each holding kittens. Playful-stage kittens,
not too young and not too old - kittens who still
cavort and chase with their eyes and paws.
'How'd they end up with those?' I ask
myself, of the two guys. The
answer I get is direct and potent:
'We painted them, and they came to life.'
MAGIC POTION
Standing at the brick wall, with the
yellow and blue grafitti all over it,
those two fellows look like walk-on
characters in a play of someone's dream.
Bad or good, I'll not say, but I like it either way.
I watch their hands as they're turning something,
each, over and over. I don't realize what it is
until I watch them really closely - and notice
they're each holding kittens. Playful-stage kittens,
not too young and not too old - kittens who still
cavort and chase with their eyes and paws.
'How'd they end up with those?' I ask
myself, of the two guys. The
answer I get is direct and potent:
'We painted them, and they came to life.'
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