A TRICKSTER OF KIND (Inspired by Black Jack) A phantom-magician with rain-boots, Levitating through the night, Tapping on the upper window, thrice on its way it went. Wearing a trench-coat and top-hat, it had no body. A phantom levitating off into the night, It must have been somebody. Ill never know. I close my eyes a million times. I will never know. A phantom in black, Into thee abyss, its in my mind. It may be back A trickster of kind.
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Curtis Wetzel is a talented gardener, author, and poet; skillfully writing in a variety of topics in his own way, such as, marijuana, nature, philosophies, and self-help. With his realistic personality and sense of adventure, Curtis takes his readers on a journey into the wild. Curtis resides in Michigan.