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Two of Cups

When I was in grade school

We made bookmarks from tarot cards

For Renaissance Day

And I’ve forever saluted the parent who made it happen

In a world paranoid of the occult.

They were silky new, spread out

And 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 future

Tasseled to my past