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Day 61 | Having My Cards Read by W. S. Di Piero.

Day 61 | Having My Cards Read by W. S. Di Piero

Having My Cards Read
W. S. Di Piero

Hobos wail a garbage can against

the cyclone links. The monkey puzzle tree

droops its scaly tails above our heads

as she sets up near the zoo’s bonobos,

humping happy in their cages close

to chimps ripping off each other’s ears.

And in the cloud reposing on the sky,

cut by an F22’s long hookah puffs,

the cyan atmospherics rupture into

solarized platelets: her Ray-Bans foil

my own face back at me:

                                  A time of renewals

            though somewhere

                         dark cold woe

                                   You won’t know what’s what

Comes a taste of sea to make her pause,

and marine gusts slice and spook her cards, my cards,

that flurry to the sidewalk, near the barred gate,

breaking fortune down faster as she speaks.