buried at the bottom
of the grave isn't
the body of her husband
but the widow weeps still
deep within the earth
rests a ship within
a glass bottle sealed
in wax sealed in soil
crystal sings from glass
that encases the sails
as three cards are pulled
hermit, magician, fool
the crystal cracks as
earth rises and winds blow
and from the sea is seen
a smile from a not so strange stranger
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