TEN OF PENTACLES
You still can't see it without
crying— The dog park at
sunset. The child’s warm
the moon is only ever full; the
darkness we see is mere
Editor’s Note: These poems are part of our collection, Haunted: Tarot Poems
Kate Horowitz is a poet, essayist, and science writer in Washington, D.C. Her work has appeared most recently in Butter, rose quartz, OCEANS & TIME, Moonchild Magazine, and Bright Wall/Dark Room. She was honored to be Yes Poetry's Poet of the Month in July 2018. She blogs at thingswrittendown.com and tweets @delight_monger.