by Katie Tatela
Rain, thunder, lightning
and clouds
shaped like hearts,
Queen of Spades,
three frappes.
My, oh my. The breeze goes by
and still the witches
brew and hex
and mingle
with wicked mouths
and scents
that kill –
a cult, several cults
make the world a web
of differences.
Conflict,
drama,
are there no solutions?
Jesus
reigns over all
and brings us together
except tragedy, and
time slips through our fingers
like silk and
I can hear my Dad declare,
“I shall only pass this way, but once.”
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