Enchantment

It’s a mix these days,

with medical appointments and all.
But enchantment still plays

tricks on my eyes and ears—
Belle of the Ball
in my own mirror. Days

of yore I made
myself into a pinball
wizard, but I don’t play

that game
anymore. I spend all
my days

walking around
town, trying not to fall
on the ice—blessedly all-melted today,

when, going up Selby a long ways,
I bought a big plectrum banjo for a song
and carried it three miles
home. Enchantment still plays.