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Poems by Jim Clark
Sleight of Hand
for John
S. Poteet
Observe the poem, innocent
on the page. It lies
there, no tricks
up its sleeve. Attend
its casual patter, deft,
insouciant, a distraction
from distraction. Ignore
the furtive glittering
momentarily stayed
at the poem's periphery.
Concentrate
on what your senses
reveal. Say the magic
word-"acorn," or
"appleseed." Out loud,
please. Oh, see-
the poem is in your ear!
No great mystery here.
I bequeath you the patent
of my legerdemain.
I give you the poem
and something more.
©Jim Clark
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