The Highway Witch
I'm into astrology and reading tea leaves,
while others in the coven read their palms.
A west coast look;
a beginner.
I sip tea with a halo from the morning brew,
others write lines like they've seen the future.
I'm my own judge, buried before the kill,
but I sprinkle my tea leaves on the LA highway.
Drunk during my own rituals,
do I blame magic on my love?
My tea spills on
the asphalt dawn.
19/2/2021
Emile Pinet
'Fragmented Verse'
Copyright © Terrence Tennessee | Year Posted 2021
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