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