Taking Chances – A Love Poem

Taking Chances

Sometimes, she wanted to go home
where the air was scented
with magnolia and sweet olive
and the produce man
at the centuries-old farmer’s market
said that creole was home-grown
and the crystal peddler
under his silky stall
with sensually swaying panels
anything she believed in
would have a power over her life.
The tarot card reader
laid out the cards of chance.
She loved him,
so she took it.
But still
sometimes,  she wanted to go home.


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