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The man in the corner shuffles tarot cards
to deal a game of Solitaire,
Hoping the cards will line together
and make more sense than
his life ever will.
He wants answers to questions
he doesn’t even know,
that he thinks are emotions
because he relies on intuition
(even when reason might show the best path).
Though the girl at bar might be in the game,
she’s just as confused. Instead of asking
she thinks she might know
and lets him play the game alone.
Author’s Note on Post 336: I felt like I needed to write after being absent for a while. Besides, this is the first post for September. Not having a clue about what story or prose piece to write, I sat down and scraped up this poem, which was an attempt to categorize my emotions today. I didn’t want it to be so cut and dry, so some confusion and exploration is ok. I was mostly focusing on imagery, anyway.
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