The witch speaks roots
Fly’s sooted joints
Crawl south of timber
Weeds
Ragged rock feet
For mosseye view of luna rite
Stitched in daylily hues
In hem of her dress
Lifted up in dust
And step of her sole
Secret
She sweeps
Star rust and blue jay screams
Into dawn song
Fly’s sooted joints
Crawl south of timber
Weeds
Ragged rock feet
For mosseye view of luna rite
Stitched in daylily hues
In hem of her dress
Lifted up in dust
And step of her sole
Secret
She sweeps
Star rust and blue jay screams
Into dawn song
E.A. O'Connell
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