Palmistry Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Palmistry

On my page had comment:
- "Your poems are bitter
-they feel like briers;
-visit some palm-reader! "

I felt like psychopath!
-never liked the psychics,
-stand at their workshops
-look, wearing mean smile!

But this time in Fife-Shire
-took a left, ended up
-in place of Sara…

Paintings sat on her walls
-on table many cards
-as well as coffee cups
-and a mess around us.

Accepted to expose
-my right hand with palm up.

She whistled when saw lines
-life, wisdom, fate and love!

Looked in her black eyes
-saw her lips grey-dark
-and fingers brownish
-of heavy smoking!

Both of us were lost but
-she in me and my life,
-I in her, things I saw:
- "Can she tell the truth? "

"You live long and will have
-more trips, voyages, adventures! "

She said, and I listened,
-full of doubt, in silence!
-maybe I should slough…