You'll never forget when you feel magic.
It'll grab you by the throat
And freeze-stamp the time and place—
Like when your eyes went wide as you looked
up
At the three giant canvases in a loft in
Brooklyn,
Or when you heard a perfect dream
In the passenger seat of your mother's Jeep
In a Jersey Shore parking lot.
How'd you know to walk so slow?
Why'd you take your time?
You felt the need to listen closely—
Your intuition knew
What not to miss.
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