Letter to Fred

Let me tell you, dear Fred, About how fatefulness led From exhaustion to love Like a bee gliding into a glove Or a foot with ruby sock Kicking open a sugared lock. But I wonder, old pal, How it’s going, and your gal, How she’s doing as well, And how the old magic from the spell Is winding down to its end Back to where all things must descend. There’s no such thing as luck, I’ll tell you that, and some pluck Will go a long way towards Breaking through the closed windows and the boards That were nailed there out of fear And the lack of required good cheer. But I know that you know That, dear Fred, and that the show We’re all starring in is Not unlike the one about the wiz And ultimately funny Like a bee conjuring honey. Potter Poems is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jopomojo.substack.com/subscribe