The Magician
by Molly Schuh

His cape is the open galaxy
Free with stars for all to see
His wand is a lightning bolt
With booming thunder that never grows old
His black top hat is magical
Filled with comets that are wonderful
His playing cards are constellations
Seen flying through our observations
His juggling balls are the planets and on them you can see
Soaring above the Earth and clouds, flying, is me


Poem Copyright 2013 by Molly Schuh


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