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 past

More from Maggie Devers ↓

• Read my debut poetry book, For My Daughter
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Write After: National Poetry Month with One Poem Only

Write After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice.

We'll get started in April. You can share to #WriteAfterOPO.

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