Sadie and I
Why do you keep up this ambiance? I asked Sadie.
Her house was a Bohemian’s catchall place.
A cobweb full of delightful piles and paints.
Half finished canvases, beautiful embroidered scarves.
See? She is not a witch, I told my persnickety girlfriend.
Ooh! She said. “Is that a cobweb?” It was; inside the house.
Sadie brought in the tea kettle and mentioned Earl Gray.
My girlfriend ran off screaming, due to the kettle’s teeth.
I love things that are whimsical and fun; so, I stayed.
Sharing a delightful afternoon with a recluse who is hilarious.
I went back many more times; but did not convey it to others.
Sadie liked her reputation as the neighborhood witch.
It goes along with my rune readings and my soothsaying.
She taught me this, palmistry and how to read auras.
You have the gift of second sight, she told me.
You knew your friend would run out screaming.
I could not deny it. I knew that she knew that I knew.
I was now smiling as widely as her crazy teapot.
Sadie was my best teacher; I was proud to know her.
We still commune, even though she is beyond the veil.
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