Poetic Devices: 


His name is called and there's a pause

just long enough to halt a war

tame timber wolves and trim their claws

hide diamonds in a secret drawer

lure dragons to a trick trapdoor

eat pancakes by the Côte d'Azur

discover one last cancer cure

take a penalty and score

-  then simply teleport

back to where he was before

sat cross-legged on the floor

to answer with a yawn.


Good Morning.