Hurricane-Star-Love-Visit

Were
you
there
when
U.G.
came
to
town?
Magic
filled
the
air.
Numberless
Jolts
of
Energy
shocked
us
awake
from
our
humdrum
routine.
How
could
we
take
another
minute
with
him?
Then
he
leaves.
We
are
shattered.
How
could
we
not
be
with
him?
Maybe
we
could
follow—
carry
suitcases
answer
phones
buy
white chocolate(?)
potato chips(?)
anything
we'll
do
anything
not
to
leave
that
love.
Then
we
almost
but
not
quite
forget,
and
suddenly
he's
back—
and
we
drown
again
in
the
Magic.