Advice From The Fortune Teller
"Look up to jump," the gypsy calls.
"It's how you fly instead of fall.
It's a long way down, that last bump,
so fly your eyes like starlings brawl.
That's how you miss the awkward thump,"
the gypsy calls."Look up to jump."
She's jumped before. I try to trust
my heavy wings of wax and rust,
the sky my boat, the wind my oar,
my feathers eyes above earth's crust
cast floating up and sent to soar.
I try to trust. She's jumped before.
But then I see she smiles and smiles
at birds stitched high on cloudy miles
at knifing rocks that slice the sea,
carving waves like bladed turnstiles.
"Just look up and finally be free."
She smiles and smiles, but then I see.
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Images ; The Fortune Tellar, 1933, © Brassai Fair Use
Floating Woman, photomanipulation © Phillip Igumnov Fair Use