Two of Cups by Maggie Devers
Two of Cups Maggie Devers When I was in grade schoolWe made bookmarks from tarot cardsFor Renaissance DayAnd I’ve forever saluted the parent who made it happenIn a world paranoid of the occult.They were silky new, spread outAnd we were told to choose– My fingers stopped at the two of cups.I held my breath and punched a hole at the top,Pierced and prepared my heart for all to come.I was forty-two when my husband placed the same deck in my hands,a birthday offering,And I again touched my futureTasseled to my pastMore from Maggie Devers ↓Read my debut poetry book, For My DaughterFollow me on…
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