Speaking With A Witch

 

I was speaking with

A friendly witch

About nightly visitors

And watching things

As if from above,

Sometimes, during

Waking hours,

She was concerned

About being grounded

From the evil things

Abounding in other

Parallel spaces

Looking to inhabit

Faces on this planet,

I mentioned friends

In high places that

Og Mandino often

Spoke of and she

Smiled,

You must have tea

With me, but she never

Did say when, and then

I realized as the

Psychic macchiato girl

Was trying to read

My mind, that she’d

Be coming along at

Night and I thought,

Wouldn’t it be trying

 If she came

When KLM was flying.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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