Caveat: Poem #818 “Tarot” 2018-10-27, 07:44 2023-03-22 A Daily Poem / Book 2 / My Poetry & Fiction ㅁ Once every day he would ponder the cards, gathering insights that opened his mind, spinning out visions and signs into shards, then he would put them away, and go blind. – a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. Previous PostCaveat: Small Steps Next PostCaveat: Saturday Outing