Chance: Six More From a Tarot

This entry is part 9 of 13 in the series Chance: A Poetic Tarot



Pebble by pebble
it becomes
possible to widen
the river’s eddy.


On its banks
tall grasses hide
such monuments
of sound.


Listen in
the deep of night:
what softens
the cheek of silence?


Do not say
farewell— this
bridge is not
for burning.


I miss most
the flavor
of mornings
at ease.


First the dough
must rise; you punch
it down so doubled,
it can rise again.


In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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