quatrefoil, aka, chance Once upon a revolution, French before La Terreur, Lenormand turned over her cards for a client’s favoured match. Had we not been possessed by obscure cards that bless Morrison, Piaf, Wilde, we just might have stopped by her grave at Père Lachaise, let her spirit upend us, wheel us around, to face the darkened earth, the clamor of leafage between and through the stones, to see it revealed— a singular, silvered- by-moonlight quartet, preternaturally four, quatrefoil among the threes. Still, each day it is true, we walk the green, hope suspended, a million winking stars in this galaxy, churning the soil at our feet. augur in the grass flush with its own subtle light waiting to conquer all
*Marie Anne Adelaide Lenormand (1772–1843) was a French necromancer, fortune teller and cartomancer (card reader) of considerable fame and influence. Many card readers today use a set of her cards, known as Petit Lenormand. She is buried in Père Lachaise cemetery in Paris, France.
buried there along with the others, such fame, now gone.
Your poem as well, Alan? a very artistic meditation - Mom was good at finding 4-leafed clovers...