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Casting Spells

Walk with me
 through these shorter days  
  of imagination's edge  
 
Everyone will know  
  how taken I am with you  
because my gate swings wide
  at the mention your name
 
I'll cast you a flash  
  of Sweet Autumn Clematis
  from nature's bureau
 
Houses in the countryside
  become quiet white ducks  
  squatting and writing legislation
 
Near the pond  
  molting trees are shedding
  thick as evening fog
 
I learned to shape spells  
  from their burnt and blemished leaves
while casting for daisies, a farm
  and a migration of wings  
    in October to help with harvest:
 
    Wheat. Corn. Caravan seeds.
 
And you, a mighty elk I could touch
 surprised I could come that close;
   thankful you didn't attack  
 
Out to the lower field
  we lean into sunset
help death see her reflection
  of red-orange rouge
 
I cast for you  
 a military of met expectations
 when seeking something that shines
 
I cast for you
 a congress of cooperation  
  and the ability to name Anything
  that dips in and out of your sight
    with little effort of flight:
 
Butterfly. Bumble bee. Bat.  
 
And me; the girl inside the girl  
  wishing for a daisied-farm
that won't manifest beyond dreams
  no matter how firmly I cast
 
~
Ahavati
Written by Ahavati
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For J, with Love 💜💑
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