He holds the cube in his hands
The unbreakable puzzle,
Or so they say
Flexing his fingers
He holds it gingerly
Like a trusted friend
The stopwatch beeps
His fingers fly over the cube
Attacking the colors
Orange, green, blue, and whites
Spark through the air
In graceful motions, his fingers
Working like bees
Shift through the layers
Suddenly,
Out of the blue
The cube emerges from his palms
Like a miracle, the cube is whole once again
The stopwatch beeps
And the magic stops
DeWitt, New York