Working Witches

She could spell happiness

And hope and forgiveness.

She cast so many elements

Blessings into this

Soup called life

Or bread or potatoes

Doesn’t really matter

Where they go, she goes.

Into the air now, into your lungs

Hands toward heaven

Happiness runs

Courses through see stems

You want to play.

And shit doesn’t wear off

After only one day.

It’s with you.

It is you.

Whaddya say?

Thank you Dee Dee.