in the cards


the draw
five cards
three
maybe just the one

i don’t flinch
empty cups 
nothing new
laughter, empty

paths of green
ivy and oaks
sumac i hear
i listen

sparse in other woods
sparser than here
webs catching passerby
my eyes watch

in the distance i see the melting
heated 
a wanderer’s corpse floating 
swim upstream the message declares