Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Relics


A crystal ball of peer,
The ace of spades of fear;

A golden coin of blessing,
A tarot car of guessing;

An Ankh of trust,
The spear of destiny of thrust;

A talisman of defiance,
A golden cross of reliance;

A horseshoe nailed upon the door of chance,
Pair of ruby slippers held Dorothy's fateful dance;

An Aggie whose shot holds true,
A leather glove that turns two;

Alas, fortuity, a four-leaf clover's bequeathed,
And, glory hangs the death wreath.

- John Hardesty 



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