I did psychic readings at Sunday markets,
approx. 1995 to late 2013.
Soft, young,
excited by life.
I feel, empathic,
the suppressed fluttering
of breath wanting to surge.
A dentist in Brazil,
here she must study
again another year;
doesn’t complain, enjoys.
She longs for love.
I’m glad to see it coming
though not just yet.
First she will visit home.
'In March,' she agrees.
I see the large, warm family,
her brother’s new baby.
Smiling, she’s love
waiting to happen.
[Poem #82]
Soft, young,
excited by life.
I feel, empathic,
the suppressed fluttering
of breath wanting to surge.
A dentist in Brazil,
here she must study
again another year;
doesn’t complain, enjoys.
She longs for love.
I’m glad to see it coming
though not just yet.
First she will visit home.
'In March,' she agrees.
I see the large, warm family,
her brother’s new baby.
Smiling, she’s love
waiting to happen.
[Poem #82]
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