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The great black sky of the magician’s cape
Is the blindfold from which he appears.
A silver chalice magically revealed, tips
Spilling on the carpet, spreading
A moon stain across the meadow.
His illusion baffled by two left feet he
Tip-toes out the back door.
The sun in her fiery dress, hesitantly
Claps, impatient for her time to shine
On stage. She knows the Tango, the Cha-Cha
And her signature elliptical Waltz. Pulling
Luminary applause from a worshipping crowd.

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