 Palm Reading He remembered – when he thought about it – a muscular hyena racing through desert grasses. Helter-skelter the hyena made new trails. If seen from above: criss-crossing lines that like the wrinkles along one’s palm carved and cut each rivulet, each chasm. Here encoded his run, his hunt, his feast, his joy. © Gregory A.K. Straynj 2002 | |
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