they got it out of me . . .
I stole her intuition
and used it as my own
(which you can’t do)
it led me to the green
at lunchtime as the
prestidigitator spindled
and spiralled his clubs
into the caddy’s arm
and pulled them out of the
hotelier’s ear, with a receipt
I thought to learn some influential
morsel from the councillor
but it was too late
the game was won
and without common ground
drinks futile
however, I did my best
circulating with cards
and asking members to choose a secret
which I discerned
and whispered in their ear
I had them in my pocket then
with a handkerchief
a rabbit paw
and a dove