Last used Aug. 20/19

When the sorcerer comes to town

The earth will stop and rotate back around
No friendly comment can expose
A sneaky agenda found beneath the folds
Then and only then will laughter stop a train
Heartache be nothing and nothing to blame

When the sorcerer comes to town

Will you be here or over there?
Will I stand tall or fade to fair?
Will trees bend dropping leaves
Upon the ground
Or reach up scratching heaven’s sky?
Don’t know but I will tell you why

When the sorcerer comes to town.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015