Bio Note: I'm a retired English Professor spending my time writing, taking the occasional photograph, trying to follow the Dharma. My poetry collections A Matter of Timing, Time is Not a River and Morning Calm are all available on Amazon. A chapbook, Jack Pays a Visit, is due in September from Assure Press.
The Palm Reader
Next to a vacant lot a house stands alone. In the front yard looms an ancient oak tree, its trunk gnarled as an old crone’s tooth. A woman dressed in a tie-dyed skirt and frilly blouse sits on the sagging porch next to the sign of a giant hand covered with dotted lines denoting sections: will, logic, love, line of life. I see a bright flame in the kitchen of her eyes, and stuff her purse with cash, but she has nothing to say about the turning of wheels or what the future might hold, pointing, instead, at the empty lot next door. I watch a blackbird on the fence turn its head, eyes reflective as rain, beak open as if to speak, but hear only the harsh croak of the wind and my own breath: line of heart line of head.
©2021 Michael Minassian
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