When we were young, Carlos and I
were knights, taming dragons and slaying witches.
People told us we’d become disillusioned
with the world.
Carlos asked what disillusioned meant.
I told him it meant they’d stopped believing in magic.
Carlos told them to build a bridge and get over it.
When we were older, people told us it takes money
to make money and we’d never make any
by giving it away to bums on the street.
We never wanted to get rich, but we knew everyone else
thought they did. Carlos always said
with a little bit of energy you could get a lot back.
You have to wait for old bonds to break to allow new ones
to form.
It was true, we stopped believing in dragons,
but we found magic in the way
two snowflakes are never quite the same,
time stops when they first fall,
how people can create something out of nothing,
nothing out of something,
and the way change starts with a penny
but when saved up, becomes dollars.