Crone

05-03-12 iPhone 076A dry old bone
No tooth in her head
A wiry old crone
Ten times closer to dead

She pointed her digit
She rasped in my face –

“You are the spindrift dreamer
the winds carried your fate
A dancing flame flickers
at the threshold of heaven’s gate

Wait not for a sign
or ease your pain with a balm
Question nothing about this
for it is written on your palm”

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