Baba Yaga

Idle, crossing soft waves
In the bone-cage of a crone,
Then only to
Mull in black earth,
Grub-gorging black talon.

I'm eggshell pale and it's
Muggy.

What do you see in the cat's eye?
Time-lapse of cloud drift,
Photonegative witch pubis...

...It was a long way here.
The Bosom of Abraham?

CLOSED
for the
NIGHT

And strangers are kindlier.