XXVIII ten of cups
I will never have a daughter,
but I can teach her child to
weave a basket of dry corn
husk and to carve a ward of
cedar wood to keep the nightmares
off. We can brew lavender tea
while her mother sleeps and
I will show her to follow quietly
the tracks left by the King of the
Forest and glimpse his mighty
antler crown turned down to
drink from a stream. She will
carry butterflies in her palms and
the trees will sing her name.
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