Tracing circles with my right hand.
Hardly moving my left hand.
Enchanting you with polished words.

Magic is distraction.
A blurring of what you can see.
Gently changing perceptions.
I deftly replace one object.
Craftily with another.

Hands that move in plain site of you.
And yet you still don't see it.
The parlor trick of illusion.
               
M J Flack