Dance of the Dust Witches

William H. Simpson

Are you not weary,
O desert dust witches?
I cannot see who waltzes with you
In close embrace--
But your lips meet hotly in kisses,
Your hair is disheveled,
Your ribbons are flying,
Your skirts are in tatters.
The music you dance to--
It comes from fiddles bewitched.

Main Location:

Arizona, USA