magician,
he knew that. his card tricks
were old
and stale,
and he often dropped them
on the floor.
pigeons died
in his coat
pocket.
children laughed.
he never made anything
or anyone
disappear,
pulled nothing out of a hat.
and yet
he had this wonderful
long black
cap,
and high-top
shiny hat.
and that seemed to be enough.
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