subtext

(ten of cups, reversed— Marseilles)

Each morning now,

the heat rises

like an angry bear

savaging

the humid air,

as the earth cracks

beneath wisps

of dry grass.

Last night’s

wine glass

lies broken

melodramatically

near her chair.

Beneath the table,

bits of feathers

languidly

blow past

the sleeping cat.

(August 8, 2023)