Epiphany
on a train
to Riomaggiori
a crone of good
attitude stood
before me
thinking
the beggar sort
handing her coins
but no this wasn't
for it
paper lira only
so i gave her
my only bill
still don't remember
it's value
passing to her
her hand to her
pulled mine
began reading
the signs
of palm
and lines of time
in Italiano
which i don't speak
leaving me speechless
suddenly she pulled
my hair and not
daring to say
Strega she
told me
everything
that i was and
was meant to be
but then she took my hair
wrapping in the lira giving back
to me
no clue
not knowing
what to do with
this now life in my hands
burn
bury
throw to sea
one or any of these
or any other thing to bring
her words
to become what
was meant to me at least
in the eyes of a kind soul
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