A Penny's Worth Of Chance Poem by Christine K. Trease

jeweled diviners, arching palms
scented mulberry potpourri
predicting the future and what lies beyond
things mortal men are unable to see
deciphering dreams, aligning our thoughts
visions of bulls and hunchbacked strangers
cryptic messages revealing themselves
to these unique and gifted thought re-arrangers
chasing desires across a dark sky
beneath a blue-silver, full moon
an enameled heaven won't let them in
it will be their damnation and doom
yet we cling to them, our money in hand
begging for answers-relief
the jeweled diviners, arching palms
are our only salvation from grief