when young his magic
tricks revolved
around making things
disappear under a black
scarf. with a great
flourish he'd
wave his hand
across the hat,
the box, or table
and say a word like
poof, or voila,
and it was gone,
but now,
in his final years,
in his empty house,
he's trying to make
what was reappear,
quietly in his mind.
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