The Illusionist

BY Matthew E. Powers

Shuffle, Shuffle,

Spread and Dribble

The hands of a master

Performing a riffle

Manipulation of cards,

And when his hand glides,

It comes to the top

And flips on its sides.

They say it’s a miracle,

He knows it’s not

They stare with blank faces

Then explodes like a shot

He looks at them and smiles

They ask where it went,

Reality transformed,

Their perceptions: bent

Cheating the impossible

The people crazed,

Their minds contorted,

Confused, amazed

So if he looks in your direction,

Or walks your way

Ask for wonder

Ask for magic

Ask the Illusionist

To play.