Lifeline
I saw Madame Pesha today.
She traced a finger along a line
on my right palm and said,
"Hmm, it seems there's
a pug-nosed dog in your future."
I said, "Madame Pesha whatever
are you talking about?"
Just then there was a muffled woof
from the back room of her tiny
ramshackle of a house down near
where the levee road goes unpaved.
When my reading was through
I dropped $20 on the card table
and let myself out. Haj,
my new pug-nosed companion,
walked briskly at my side.
We stopped at the gate and watched
Madame Pesha affix a "For Rent" sign
in the front window, then disappear
behind thin lace curtains.
Moments later the glowing red neon palm
above the door at the top of the stairs
flickered and went dead.
10:24:12 PM  Poems
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