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—three of staves, Rider Waite

You are here

on the rock

of yourself.

You pause

at the break

of three roads:

one brought you

here, one leads

across the sea,

and one

to the far

mountains.

You lean on

a flowering staff,

indecisive

for a moment,

then stumble

into your self:

The world dizzy

as grackles

rise into the air.

(July 4, 2023)