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Palms Read, $5


Woman to man she speaks to me in credulous terms
Parables of solstices and stars
As long ago the ancients plied the beastly waves
Of undrawn ragged charts.

The gallery opens in dawn to dusk rhythm
Ornamental dogma hung in tidy array
Like crosses on her manicured slope
As into a ball she gazes
Cats eye glaring in ordinary void
Soothsayers ethereal domain.

Light is revealed
Glistening on tooth and lobe
Imagery dancing in the eyes of one
Who stares the darkness into submission.

Solicitations of enigmatic tales
Ancient futures
Paths unknown to pilgrims of time.

Away she goes
Trancing out of mind out of body
Shamanesque incantations
Silent tableau vivant encounters with spirit masks
In timeless dramatic pose
Upon an oracled incense stage.

Cards and coins await entreaty with palms unfurled
Revelations of fatalistic treasures
In words of mystic vision.

Five dollars please.


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Palms Read, $5