(Market Client)
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]
This began as a game some bloggers played in 2008, to write about people who'd made an impact, in the same number of words as one's age, every day for a year. I did them less often and went on longer, adding one word each birthday. I stopped in 2016 and incorporated them into my main poetry blog. In 2019 I resumed the project and gave it its own blog again, with a new name, where it may unfold at its own (slow, intermittent) pace. I've labelled these verse portraits, but they're more like quick sketches: mere glimpses, impressions....
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