The look on her face
good witch or bad witch?
Never, why witch?
Not, You Don't Belong/Which Way Should You Leave?
Not, Dog owner
Not, Braids Offend The Great and Powerful Oz/Lop Off Its Head
Not, Even In Oz We Know Dress=Girl
Never, Miranda! At Last!
The 74 years' question exhausts the subject.
The biographer corks her pen, ties the curtains fluttering too close
to the bed where Dorothy rests, under green eiderdown,
blue-ish skin sagging over frail hands too arthritic to handle an egg.
The transplanted Californian stares out the window where the real confusion began.
Did this wood square a reality too grey to ever re-enter?
Would this ancient, crazy biddy ever give an answer
one could hear uninterrupted
by chicken noises?
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