b'Magic By Seiler Rivers20I wonder, if I rubbed my fingersJust hard enough, fast enough,Sparks would fly.Theyd take the shape of starsAnd hang like ornaments in space,Centimeters from my broken nailsSizzling, bursting, poppingId rub my fingers harderUntil constellations spin into sunsAnd if I wiggled my little fingers,The suns would become fireworks,Bursting with color and light.Im almost certain I could,If only I rub my fingers fast enough,I can make sparks fly.Because maybeJust maybe,Theres magic in me after all.| 12 |'