Strawberry stained
Summer rain
A gypsy woman asks my name
“your future” she says
“for a fee”
All I have is the twenty marks
She asks of me
Wearing her wealth in fine and weighty
Layers
She never minded that I could not speak
Her language
In her dark hands she held mine and
Read the story on my palm
My destiny
“Autumn approaches and soon
Her leaves will cover the ground
From this land, you must be gone
For what I say is true –
If you stay in one place too long
Autumn’s leaves will cover you!”