Magicians cape catches in the autumn breeze.

Riding on a big jet plane
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A tiramisu to take home
On a bikky a chunk of blue brie
Passing lanyards swish and swoosh
A magic flying carpet under a tree.
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In Summer everything seemed possible
Now there's a great yearning.
Margaret Susan is too good to be true
Another week of not earning
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Samurai, ukiyo-e, kabuki
But the jet plane is new
Fly to Japan
Into the blue
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Hokusai and Onsen
A mystic mountain, tidal wave or pleasure
Both landscape and hot springs in equal measure.
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Reiki and Saki
Don’t go out in the pouring rain
A yearning for what could have been
Riding on a big jet plane

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Original verse by Edmund West and Liz.
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A sensuous scratch.
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Do you have a spirit, a soul, a voice.
Whisper in the wind, a quiet rejoice.
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Burnt siena, ochres, tonal grays
Olive eucalyptus the afternoon haze.
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Pee on a tree, a jaggedy dark patch
Blonde summer grass, a sensuous scratch.
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The gate is open just a chink
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The gate is open just a chink
Should I go through, what do you think?
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I'm going out the door
In search of a why and wherefore
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Do you see the land of promise
Or has it been taken from us.
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Talk in real life
Either way there can be strife.
Talking in real life can be difficult. Lean on a gate,
It will be great.
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Splash in the sea,
Wait and see.
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The beach is deserted
Except for some kelp
We walk in the shallows
I give a joyous yelp
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A ray shoots under my foot
Gone in a blink
A split second shadow
No need to think
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All is shimmers.
The waves flat and languid
Breakers unfinished
Don't care if I'm stupid