The fortune-teller reshuffled the cards
I pulled out one
A bereaved sparrow on a rooftop
Not a good card
I contemplated the contents for a while
before handing it back
Dropping a coin into his bowl
I walked away
too saddened to be distracted
by the sudden commotion
at the market square
Why invest in something
That will only be washed away
Over time
Like a sand castle by waves?
But if I never give things a try
How can I ever know their outcome?
And this image of a lonely sparrow
on a rooftop
Could that be my end?
What do you see # 244- July 8, 2024
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