Foretelling Woman in Her Tarot Wagon

snow-covered branches
evergreen speak
"cold cuts deep"

frost-bitten pinecones
weep icy tears
cry the mare

ice reapers
throw their sickles
horses throw their shoes

foretelling woman
in her tarot wagon
sells hard cider

music box plays
currier and ives
sleigh ride

lamp on
in the window
nipples long as icicles

frozen lips
sucking precious crystal
going down on melt water

coal bucket filled
with walnuts they have
the tendency to explode

quilt patched
story-torn pussy
the cat warm and fuzzy

spirit whispering
earth bourbon listening
to a shot of premonition

shot-bead chain
pulling the pentacle
the hermit's lantern glows

foretelling woman
in her tarot wagon casts 
a cornhusk doll spell

oncoming buckboard
secret in the carrier pigeon
canister the empress holds the reins

mattress sleeps
with one eye open
racoon's mask comes off

issues and tissues
paintbrush out of the
the turpentine - tough ass bristles

decorative trust
black wrought iron hinges
swing wide open the doors

inside an antique
oval frame with a gartered woman
in high button shoes

sepia dawns on me
what mason canning jars
hold - timeless credentials

 
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