the card reader

all day you see
her.
the woman who will
read your cards,
tell you
your future
and enlighten you
to the road ahead,
you see her
sitting on her
front porch with
a glass of ice tea.
her eyes are dark,
her skin
olive and wet.
she sips slowly
in the summer
heat, waving
a piece of cardboard
at her face.
she looks anxious,
waiting
for customers.
but no one
stops by.
the future seems
known these days,
or no one
wants to know
what tomorrow
brings.