Fortune Teller
By Kara L.C. Jones

I gave my dream over
to her soft hands
weathered by age and hard times

I told her my dream of horses and lizards,
but we came to no conclusions

We stood in each other's gaze
knowing each other whole

She told me I seemed as her daughter


and then someone pulled her saying it was time to go

One last glance, a steady look, eye to eye
"You will be well," she said
with an air of conviction
that I do not yet possess

Dedicated to Antoinette in thanks for her Guidance


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