Upon the path of I spy.

Upon the path of I spy.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In the seance
of moments around
the dream table,
a wandering thought
moved across
the Ouija board
of lost prophecies
finding a witch
without a broom,
and a path
of brushed memories.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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Added on July 9, 2020
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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