the gypsy waves you in.
come, come she says.
you look troubled.
let me take your coat,
get you a cup
of tea.
what do you need to know.
your future?
not really, you say.
but go ahead, make
something up, I could
use a lift, two sweet
and lows and half
and half, please.
give me your hand, she
says, unfolding it in
hers. she traces the lines,
nodding, smiling,
her eyes light up, brown
and bright.
I see good things, she says.
good things for you
in the days to come.
drink your tea, relax.
this one's on me.
and what about tomorrow,
you ask, as you sip
your tea. tell me.
no, she says, you
don't want to know.
enjoy today.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
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