The Witches Trick Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

The Witches Trick



THE click of her revolver,
the drink in her glass,
the stink of the moment,
and the storm from the
past.
THE smoke of the candle,
the tast of the sex,
the noise of the passion,
then the packing up her
stuff, and slipping away.

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