A l l a n P e t e r s o n
Reader and Advisor
The heart is the all-knowing all-night gypsy
that doesn’t need a crystal ball or trance
or a plush chair and a beaded curtain
and not a headscarf printed with skulls
or dice or big rings or a vase of straws
The same results are described in a calf’s eye
a copper pond to look into for the pale lily
in the moon the same for death as for weddings