They were stuck in hedges, strewn across front lawns...
She began to find playing cards everywhere and so she took to
looking for the ones she liked best (the Queen of Hearts, the
Ace of Hearts). She found cards with dotted designs, cards
prisoners had drawn by hand, Bicycle cards, Pinochle cards,
cards from airline passengers’ handbags, cards given out by
realtors as mnemonics for the houses they tried to sell. She
found several cards from the seventeen-hundreds. She rarely
had to look for them: they were stuck in hedges, strewn across
otherwise tidy front lawns. Early in the morning she would
walk out of the little brick house and there would be one lying
on the pavement or floating innocently down from the chess-
queen-shaped chimney pots. No one seemed to miss the cards
she took. They were all playing with full decks.
Poem ©2013 Éireann Lorsung, all rights reserved, used by permission of the author and publisher Milkweed Editions. Film ©2013 Motionpoems, Inc., all rights reserved.