Today's poem is by Jose Hernandez Diaz

The Fortune-Teller of My Youth
        after Mary Ruefle

When I was young, a fortune-teller told me I'd slay many dragons with nothing but a silver rose. The fortune-teller told me I'd bring great pride to my family, building a baroque castle for all of us to reside in. The fortune-teller, whom I met in a peaceful dream, said I'd fly amongst giants but retain the heart of a lamb. Sometimes, I think of this fortune-teller, at the dawn of autumn, when the leaves begin to turn brown, and the midnight fog obscures the moon.

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from Sugar House Review
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