oracular history need nest in no mystery
just ask the Belles of Batwater;
like towels wrung from sister seas,
tales drip from hoodoo alma mater.
fields full of cars and attending tent homes,
riverside dock, the stage;
yachts intermingle with hobos and gnomes
our children magnificently crazed
pot luck spreads mimic the Columbia,
dish after dish the best hippy grub ever;
music sunset chases, if moribund ya
just go fer coffee& talk witty-clever
swooping gnat gobbling, night denizens party
the Witches of Batwater, nocturnal, less warty
2017
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