As she showed her palm to the Seer
The air was thick with dread.
The girl's eyes were filled with her fear,
when her palm was read.
In a low, soft voice the Gyspy said:
"You will meet a good man..."
"Tall, dark, and handsome?" the girl said,
Not looking for romance.
"No," the woman said "someone better...
A Man who makes dreams real!"
"Who?" asked the girl in the sweater.
"That I cannot reveal..."
"I can tell you though..." said the hag.
"That you will meet soon,
somewhere far from this main old drag."
"How soon? Before a new moon?"
"Yes, yes, you must travel far and wide.
You will find him far-off,
In a home on the riverside,
Near a church and mosque."
"There he will teach you the secret...
The lost secret of life!"
The girl gaped at such tommyrot.
Angry, she said "Jesus Christ!"
"That CANNOT be true, you swindler!"
And with that she rushed out
Leaving the old fortune teller,
Who would sit there and wait.
You see the Seer knew something...
That the girl would meet him,
Soon, and then she would again think.
Soon, her dreams would evince.