Baba Yaga, who resists talking about her first term
As a goddess, tries to distract you,
Fiddling with your grandfather's watch
(Bought for five dollars in 1930),
Flipping a silver half-dime (lost by you in 1976)
Then letting it hover in mid-air
(As if 1976's luck would be any good now!)
Lost and broken things make their way to her;
She offers you good tea in a mug whose shards
Have put themselves back together almost perfectly
Except for one side of it it; there, a beaming
Wedgwood sun hangs upside-down.
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