In Ordinary Circumstances

In ordinary circumstances
magic is hidden in ignored places
a flower never at your window
a hundred suns spread across highrises
and a sky that never falls.

As the day ends
the bulbs begin to glow
the river imagined has no flow
a mango tree from childhood
returns in dreams with
open fields, marigolds
fireflies
and a train smokes and whistles.

Steam engines still run
but have you thought about the mango tree
ever in the market.
It may still exist in same place
and if you ever return
hold in your eyes
a sparkle for surprise
there are fireflies
though hiding from rain.