Magic man

Tap the top hat three times 

Turn around and touch the ground

Say the magic word and it is done-


In one fell swoop the work of tender months is reduced to a bad dream 

You made me believe I was lovable despite it all, then 

Alakazam!

The rug swishes from beneath my feet

And I pratfall sideways,

Sitting up with a halo of dizzy stars.


A jolly trick indeed!


And I know a magician never tells

But he sure can talk

Conjuring apologies and salt crusted explanations 

A row of never ending handkerchiefs pulled along your sleeve


And now for this last trick

You tip your hat upside down 

Out flops a white dove 

She sighs, thudding flat to the ground


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