I forget how magic it all is
This life I take for granted
Until
I see again the wonder of it all through other eyes
The great horned owl who followed me home
and stayed.
The murder of crows over Sedona
Coyotes saluting me at 3 A.M.

And I wonder if you know the magic trailing after you
Like dust trails in a monsoon wind
or the first I time I read Ginsberg.
And I wonder
If you know
that now whenever I taste or smell the subtle hint
of beer
I think of hops courage on a first kiss breath
and smile.

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