I found the fortune teller 
 at the foot of the unnamed mountains to the east

 Claiming to cast spells and read palms
 she wanted gold shells for payment 
 but all I had was a worn copy of The Sun Also Rises

 Along the road I saw a man
 his oiler’s cap was tilted at a jaunty angle
 a Purple Water vanity kit rattled in his pocket

 As I looked for fresh fonts
 and teenage angst
 he walked past me into the young sunlight