Tricks of the Trade

She was magic,
not quite voodoo,
rising in the
of a heavy rain
right after it
the morning manna
in occult puddles
of whispered spell.

She was the gate,
not quite opened,
of heaven’s pearl
with electric passion
from the purity
of a hidden
sanctioned only
to those
with hearts
that weigh out
against the feather.

She was the Pagan,
not quite Goddess,
a healthy dose
of earth
up her sleeve.

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