Magical Thinking   A woman, after an absence of many years, returns   to her old neighborhood and finds it a little more           burned, more abandoned. Through rooftop aerials the stadium’s still visible where the boys of summer   spun across the diamond and some nights she’d hear           strikes and pop flies called through the open windows of the rooms she shared with a man she thought   she loved. All that summer, she watched           across the street the magician’s idiot son paint over and over the Magic & Costume Shop’s   intricate portico – all frets and scallops, details           from another century. The more he painted though the more his sheer purity of attention seemed   to judge her own life as frayed somehow and wrong.           Daily the…