The Old Woman Has Visions
The old woman has visions, I was told.
I had heard this for thirty years.
So I decided to visit her.
No visions, she told me, but glad for the company.
She fixed me chocolate flavored mocha and raspberry tarts.
We had a fine visit.
No visions, I stated again.
She shook her head. Sorry, she apologized.
It was okay.
The visit was wonderful
She was entertaining and her food was terrific.
I would be back.
I plan to come back and often I told her.
She held onto my hand for a long time.
“You do that,” she said.
I visited her the very next day.
In spirit.
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