Prayer To The Magician..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

a child may wish you were here
pulling a white rabbit from a black hat
tearing newspaper into bits and with the sleigh of your hand
convert them to dollar bills

flowers from your wrists
rainbow from your fingers
rivers from your mind
how did that rod turn into a snake?

someone is disgusted
away from the bravura of the masses
his silence you cannot hear
and all he wishes is that you disappear
from there.