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

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