Two of Cups by Maggie Devers

Two of Cups

Maggie Devers

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 word 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

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