September 29, 2021

Solstice, Lake Shore Drive

The Queen of Spades looks up at
me from a chilly city sidewalk—

I put her in my pocket—one stray
card with two faces—does she
signal

vengeance and evil, or benevolent,
intelligent power? At the end of
this

ragged year, before the longest
night, it seems important to know.

Eight lanes of heavy metal boxes shuttle
passengers north and south, like always,

and towers rise higher every year, as
the tideline does. Waning light reflects

to gray the lapping waves. I lay
the card back on the ground,
ask

the west wind for a reading.

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