Rip out the seams, let words go

WHISPERS FROM THE ANCIENTS -
TEA LEAF READING ON TREMONT STREET

the walls of the empire are
chipped and sagging, waters

rise as vultures circle,
all law gone, emaciated

children left by war
choke on deadly vapors, we’re

in the grip of Kali Yuga
waiting to be dissolved

into Time, you
will meet the

man of your dreams,
in three months

a change in your life
beware false friends

does the color green mean
anything to you

someone you know
with the initial D

will bring you a gift
take it

-- Annie Wyndham

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* Photo of frog that emerged from earth in process of preparing for spring garden, April 17, 2006.  He did not especially like being disturbed, glared at me, then hopped away.  Had I known he were there, I'd have moved on.  But when what looks like a stone begins moving, you approach with deep caution.  He later took up residence in the crawl space beneath the cellar window--or it was one of his relatives.  I call them all "Freddy."  They come, they go ....  Good to know they survive the winters.