EVEN NOW
Magic can still find a place, you know.
There is a corner behind the sofa
where no dog hair can collect;
you have one spoon
that always makes everything
taste like honey. The third
moth who bumps herself
on the screen door at midnight
has a calm and gentle face.
If you carry a white stone
in your left front pocket
you will remember
to breathe.
GladErrand 
Yes.
Magic is, indeed, everywhere. And in places I wouldn’t have noticed, but you did.