Sideshow
Across the sawdust circus ground
Where bells and penny whistles sound,
The gypsy reads your fate for gold,
Good fortune, or dire doom, foretold.
She scans the stars, consults the gods,
And reckons up your life-death odds:
You tremble at what lies in store,
Then stumble from her tent front door…
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2010
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