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“Sally’s Song”

My mother was a witch, she’d say,

catching me at play with her behind eyes

at a breakfast feast for one.

“Which witch?” would I reply.

Red shoes or none, Dorothy’s Done,

and run with the sun.

It rained the night my mother died.

’twas well Heaven cried.

(revised October 8 & 9, 2013, from rewrites and edits of 2005, 2001 and July 7, 1995).

Copyright (c) 2015 by J Kirk Richards