The Gypsy Queen
She was an older lady.
Bedecked with jewels,
Rainbow headband.
Glitzy scarf filled with rhinestones.
Her face was lined.
Wizened.
She was a crone.
Not easily fooled.
Her voice was a rasp.
A bark. Deep. Dark.
Her tarot cards deck…
Nothing fancy.
Crystal ball, runes, palmistry.
I sat at her table
Intricate details in its scarf.
Embroidered with gold,
Exquisite intricate stitching
Looking up
I knew I was looking into the face of magic.
We both smiled, but hers was stilted.
She studied my face, and relaxed.
Recognizing a cosmic connection
And another psychic when she found one.
What do you choose? She asked me.
Indicating the variety of choices.
I stared into her Bambi brown eyes.
So wise, so thorough, so intelligently intelligent.
Please choose for me, I said.
Best reading ever!
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