“The Road Has Its Bumps” © Edward Michael Supranowicz

 

Fortune Teller

I brought the cow my palm
with its engraved lines of destiny
its wear from so many years.

Cow, I said, I am here for a purpose.
The cow looked at me with huge eyes.
Tell me my fortune, I demanded.

Why seek out a cow? you ask.
Only someone on four feet
has enough ground beneath them

to give you an accurate reading—
that bland bovine believability
as good as I’ll get in my quest.

The cow—did I mention that it
was a Holstein, vast patches
of white-black on its back

as if it meant to map the world?—
leaned its great head towards me
a splash of white from horns to nose

and after a skeptical snort
used its mighty tongue to lick
my palm clean, so much slobber

that the bold reflective sun
made of my hand a mirror
every last line blazingly gone.

 

Glenn Kletke is a wordsmith from a northern land. His main claim to fame is the Framed Glosa which he pioneered in the anthology, In Fine Form. Currently he can be found (reading) in the Paris issue of Panorama. He Whistles For Jellyfish. He does not own a
seed company.

Edward Michael Supranowicz is the grandson of Irish and Russian/Ukrainian immigrants. He grew up on a small farm in Appalachia. He has a grad background in painting and printmaking. Some of his artwork has recently or will soon appear in Fish Food, Streetlight, Another Chicago Magazine, The Door Is A Jar, The Phoenix, and The Harvard Advocate. Edward is also a published poet who has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize multiple times.