They're reading Tarot cards right now, in the little pink house with the sign in the yard. Shadows spider across still-green lawn whose fate, so far, defies the frosts. Someone asks the right question, draws the right card. Many cups in the immediate future; radiance pouring down. They know the future, the creatures in the yard: night, thirst, frost. Only the sapiens in the house believe fire, water, air, and earth would bother to reveal when to fear and love. The one who's paying draws another card. Outside, in the yard, a squirrel noses seed that fell like radiance, from above. Copyright © 2017 Joy Ladin. Used with permission of the author. |
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