Sorcerer of the Amazon

As kid with crude magic I commencedmy doomed and curious show:Behold, I am the sorcerer of the Amazon…”The trick faded to a crescendo form thereto the brief delight of my masters.
Much later
A greedy, the long black slitof a center console stereo gobbled the disk,her name in sharpie on the frontIn an unfamiliar hand.Saying nothing and everything
I love you, I love you, the lyrics meditated on repeat.Did he delight his master?

Thoughts on my childhood neighborhood and a short story my friend told me once.