The Hanged Man
Four winds whisper;
tricky crossroads.
Consider gingerly,
with the patience of Jobe
and care of the surgeon's scalpel.
A rocky path, or dead end road
entices same as smooth.
One will be lit by truths.
Arlene Smith
01/23/15
Contest: Tarot Cards
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
No. Four: The hanged man
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2015
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