POEM - In the Cards

The notes

I make to myself

To ensure things get done

I put

On the little cards

That measure

3 by 5

Stocked

In my shirt pocket

Manually modified

Singular hard copies

They stand

At the ready

Next to

The retractable-black-ink-pen

To jump into my hand

At night

They are withdrawn

Placed

Upon the table

Until I deal them out

Arrayed

In tarot form

Filled

With telling clues

But

These are better

They hold

What I want to hear

As chosen

By me

Each day

No stars or spirits required

Reliable

So

Feel happy

When we talk

If I reach

For my little cards

It means

You have impacted me

And when

My cards

Are dealt

We will meet again

Scribbled

In sweet memory