"Wanna see a magic trick?"
the season asked.

The season                                                       
pulls its flair          
from beneath                                    
                    its billowing gown:

Rabbits from hats,
             loaves & fishes,
Leaves to smoke,            
                       & genie wishes.

Flow across continents,
barrel down alleys.                                  
                                           Glide over waterways,
Seep through the cracks,  
                                       Dive into chimneys,
steal into naps.  

sugared despair &
exotic spice,                                     
                          laughter & tears
                                                      through indulgence
                            through vice.

Pen'd by
Hive account@d-pend
12/14/17