Jazz costumes dangle
from the limbs
of a crab-apple tree.

Fabric of deep indigo and mauve,
black tassel belts and silk scarves,

May-day ribbons
that no children tangle.

Below the branches
a woman bent
over her fence
dressed to spread your fortune
through a Tarot pattern.

Her hands overlap
in a Celtic Cross.

She hums to the drone
of the sump pump
spurting water
to the curb.

~ Emily Ursuliak

Emily Ursuliak grew up in the rolling hills southwest of Bentley, Alberta, but now calls Calgary home. She recently completed an MA in English at the University of Calgary where she’s been working on her first novel and her first collection of poems. You can find out more about Emily at:

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