Sarah Ann Winn sends the iconic “Good Witch” on a journey that is perhaps more important than the destination.
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Glinda Leaves Oz
She turns left in a beat up jalopy,
she prefers not to be known as a classic
car driver, her kiss Volvo-safe.
By the time she reaches Kansas,
having refilled her tank ten times,
and finished every audiobook she owns,
her hair is wind tangled, her back seat
full of fruit stand spoils, of cherry wine
bought from someone trying to make rent.
She makes the map up as she goes,
she erases the bowed lines at the beginning of songs,
always keeping a weather eye out for hitchhikers
rusted with their thumb towards the road,
with straw jutting from cuffs. She brights dark lanes
to dodge a lion with a death wish and a dream.
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Previously published in the Nashville Review.
Sarah Ann Winn has published with us before. Read “Floats.”
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