Some days more than others,
I wish for the paranormal
power of incantation
to reverse reality--
today, taking back the pink slip
after decades of service.
So much for your seven-year plan.
If we can hold only seven things
(plus or minus two)
in the fronts of our brains,
how many can be stored in back?
Because more than those will be
required to organize this effort,
struck at sixty.
Seven nights in each week.
How many nights in every year
did you give everything of you
to a place, an idea, a collective?
Apparently, a multiple
of the limits of seven
plus liberal magical thinking
equals the probability of severance.
For Friday, Fireblossom asked the Real Toads to write about MAGIC.