The moon and three stars
Have as their witness:
A witch in her ritual finery
Hello Kitty pajamas
Toe socks
A cup of chai cooling on the rail.
She's standing like a cottonwood tree
Arms wide and quivering.
The moon and three stars
Haloed in cloud
A few crickets
Beyond that the interstate
Cars going by
At three in the morning
While a witch
And the moon
And three stars
Have communion
Disguised cleverly
As insomnia.
~Dianne Sylvan~
