A pond lined
with
skunk cabbage,
filtered light
catching
tangerine fins –
carp
beneath
dancing green skirts
of pink and white
waterlilies,
someone parts the ferns
at the woodlands’ edge
and enters
the fortune teller’s dream
For twenty dollars,
scented candles
ward off the spirits
seen frozen
in shadows
of yellow glass.
maysa-maria peterson
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