My blog--I pull a card--if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it is for you?
The lake, a retention pond really, quivers oddly tonight.
A splash, a ripple, a breath, and there she is.
Mermaid, old, a black veil covering her face.
She extends a hand dripping with mud.
"I'll leave you with just one thing," she rasps.
She slithers back under the murky water.
On the bank, in the weeds, a carved stone, "Believe".