new gypsy in town

there's a new

gypsy

in town, i see the light

on

in her window.

first palm is free,

it says

on her sign for a reading.

three predictions

for the price

of two.

five, ten, fifteen years

into the future,

or the gold plan,

twenty years ahead,

you choose.

i see her on the porch

in her long

dress, with her hair

up,

a crystal ball on the table

beside her.

she waves

and smiles while

shuffling a deck of playing

cards.

part of me wants to stop,

but no, i remember

what happened the last time,

so i drive on by.