Elephant House

 Windy City, Rainy City

Ra´as go
ne on a slumber

A path of moss

For haáth a morsel

For the love of words

The delight of a roast

Scribbles on Paper

To a magical world

An ode to cobblestoned streets

For they rescind to memory

New hopes and dreams inspired

Is it magic or myth?

Off to manifest my home

On the bridges of Rye

How does magic come to be?

From a table, words, beans and pen.