Shuffled Cards

Silent is the shuffle

Of cards within one hand

Mixing each one with nimble fingers

A smile of crooked teeth


Cut off from what he loves to do

Leaves him with a chunk of time

In which to seek sweet wonders

Of the hand and mind


A beautiful mind of wisdom's potential

The ability to succeed

Waiting, wanting to be used

To please the roaring wind


Four hours spent to learn

One trick involving a simple slight of hand

To baffle all who are interested

enough to watch

The confusion of the cards