witch

Lynne Nardizzi
Nov 1 · 1 min read

a poem

he asked me
are you a witch?
and I laughed
most merrily

oh no, I said
as I gathered some herbs
for tea
and made fire water

not me, said I
as cats
my familiars
come from all four corners
to watch me, befriend me

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Lynne Nardizzi

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Writing, traveling, living my life after healing from an incurable disease with medicinal plants of the Amazon jungle// psychotherapist at www.lynnenardizzi.com

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