gyspy lady
mother always told us,
you hear the door knock,
then look out the window.
i was so young but i know
she was dodging bailiffs.
it was 6pm on a summers night
the door knocked twice.
i peeked through the curtains.
who is it? who is it? –
mother whispered.
it’s the gypsy lady
with the raven coloured hair
& penetrating eyes.
mother sighed.
how can i hide?
the curtain twitched,
so evidently i’m in
& i don’t want her
uttering maledictions.
mother opened the door,
the air was still,
& told the gypsy lady:
i don’t want your prophecy,
i’m short of money
but i’ll purchase
your four leaf clover charm.
she nodded &
took the coins in her palm,
then meandered along
the garden pathway waving
us goodbye & good luck.
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