If I Were Magic Poem by Carol Fleming Klein

If I were magic
would be glee
to creep down streets so silently;
to slip thro' key holes with such ease
and for such wondrous changes please.
Taking gently with no signs
some bank executive's worry lines
easing laugh lines into place
stealing frowns without a trace.
Would be such abundant joy
to snatch tear streaks from girl or boy
to leave sunbeams that wouldn't fade
and call it just an even trade.
Would be super-would be fine
to change the world to 'ours' from 'mine'.
Then back inside, unseen and slick.
With a little magic, it'd be no trick!

Saturday, June 23,1984