I walk heavy with a cinder block shoe
I feed the hummingbirds with my Aunt Ruth
She gave me twenty dollars for my first lost-tooth
I didn’t believe in magic then, either
I met a horse and was told he’d be glue
I thought animals should live forever
People, not so much, we all die, too
My Aunt was buried, so was my youth
It was then, the hummingbird flew

(This is a Magic 9)