wishing well

i find my light in the cards
i push my fingers into the air above them
anticipation hovers,
the drawings, write meanings between
the shards of pottery, my heart a bowl
broken into pieces, i tossed them all into
a wishing well, they took their places
by rusting coins and forgotten dreams
the ripples of water looked like the lips
of hopes whispering against the gleam
of sunlight that stroked the purring face
of the water winking back at me

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