the magic didn’t happen
not this year
the fairy dust supplies have run dry
when told of the situation
the decision was made
to let the magic die
the seeds planted over all these years
never took root
when the efforts stopped the magic did too
even frogs will leave the dry well
there was no clapping
no cheering
and now the husk of all that dreaming
can blow away
disappear
Big Thoughts in Our Little World 