Ode to An Ozark Witch
Thank you! For just being there.
Hunched over hag
Scraggly hair
Ragged
In Black clothes
A cloud of floury dust
Trailing behind you.
I love your
Holey barn board
Shack
Stoney fire chimney
Black cauldron
And rack.
One pot
One plate
One six toed cat.
Your youth flew away from you witch
Some eighty years ago
Wrinkled apple
Murkey watery eye
Webtoes
On both feet
Nettle from the yard
You chew more slowly
Than last time
I saw you.
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