La Casa de la Bruja (The Witch's House)

After Anabelle's school, we would walk to a cafe.
She would enjoy her jugo de mora.
I would have my double espresso.
Across the street, on a corner is this home.
Untouched for years.
La Casa de la Bruja
they call it

I am intrigued by the neglect of the home and the grandeur it may have once held
I think of the woman who still lives there
alone... staring out onto the changing world around her

The house is ignored and feared

I think of Miss Havisham... in her Bridal Gown
did this 'witch' have the same outcome?

Blessed be the lady
tip toe
bare feet
blessed be her dreams
lost in memory like the seeds blown
past this street
blown down down to the valley
and burried