Now You See It
Now you see it, now you don’t
called a shabby street magician
as we went passing by.
I heard him with a tinctured ear
having perforated that drum
beating our love bongo.
A spell in voodoo karmic crash:
I know a man, who do? You do,
now you don’t. Bungled that.
Casual tip to the mage man
a coin for his trouble, old scamp
he winked at me. Alone.
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