Anima

Buildings fall and mountains burn
when fiery little Anima
comes out to play,
She dances the sidewalk,
teases the boys,
cooks up dreams in her boiling pot.

She will not sit still
for a photograph.
She allows no binding embrace.
Anima sang strange songs
through my window as I slept.

Witch-Sister,
like fools we chased her
through the moonlight,
thinking we could catch her.

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