Tarot

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Naipes or tarot or fortune cookie,

I scour the scry of my heart

for news of you, beloved.

 

Once

I read you like a story

in the reflective looking glass

of life’s mirror.

 

For me you fashioned new cards

and each night

cast a spread.

 

Wisdom flowed through your hands

from invisible realms,

so naturally.

 

You saw deeper even

than I could,

deep inside

the holographic heart

of Tao itself.

 

You saw deer whispering through the dark pines;

you saw a shooting star

falling over Coeur D’Alene Lake,

disappearing.

 

Now I am still waiting

for the future

that was foretold,

the one

of you.

 

You know me.

I am

an insatiable reader

waiting for this love poem

to be written

and hoping

it will never end.

Yet Still I Walk into the Sea

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My heart plays like an ukelele, clear and sweet,

my body is a beloved island chain.

You are Captain Cook,

come to bring me leprosy, people without breath, the end of Hula.

industrial waste, high rises, luxury hotels, GMO crops.

Yet still,

I walk into the sea to meet you,

wearing a maile lei…