Misreading Poem by Mary Champion
Misreading
Gipsy Tarot Readings!
The sign caught my eye
as I ambled aimlessly through the fairground.
I ventured into the shabby tent.
In the dim light I made out the shape
of a shrouded crone.
She croaked…
'The cards can see your aspirations and dreams
and they can tell your future'
I paid the asking price
but the future she foretold
must have happened in a parallel universe.
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