cast a hazy smoke of magic
over everything you do.
Casting a glow of perfection
on such ordinary circumstances.
can’t seem to grasp onto your
book of charms long enough to
fill my life with that same sense of mystery.
No one proposing to me on the 6:35 train to Kansas City.
I’m still struggling to fit two frayed suitcases
into the overhead bin.
Could you lend me a suitor?