Prestidigitator
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1 min readApr 19, 2017
a poem in response to a prompt from Renée S
No wands or illusions one could view,
nor top hat to be found,
no decks of tried and tricksy cards
laying beguilingly around
Yet she become your Queen,
folded neatly into your deck
her wild card heart, rested between
sawed up boxes of your chest
Fluttering at your finesse,
every trick you’d ever made,
until poof! she flew off —
to meld in nightly escapades