I caught you in the air like
a lightning bug
You glowed between my
hands, my feet left
the ground
Our effervescence could
not be harnessed, could
not be saved in a glass jar
with a lid
We escaped
through the holes and
became swallowed
in the night
Charlotte Hamrick 
ha a bit of magic…and not a bad escape at all when you can slip through the holes of all that tries to contain you…
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Magic is in the hands of the slippee.
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Dear Charlotte, you live in the land of magic (N.O.), I love this poem.
Pamela
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Love this 🙂
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