The witch stared back at the boy,
His wrinkled uniform she curiously eyed.
“My name is Yuko. I’m the owner of this shop,”
She said, and then gave him a mystifying smile.
Someya’s arms lay limp at his side
As this peculiar woman he eyed.
Dressed in a kimono opened halfway
Is this how the owner of a shop
Would dress every day?
He cleared his throat and racked his brains
For anything he could do or say.
“I’m sorry for barging into you house,”
He apologized.
But instead of replying, the woman
Stretched her bare legs out.
Someya blushed and turned
To look away.
“I grant wishes,” the lady said.
“If you pay.”
Then she stood and walked towards him.
Someya wanted to get out in a whim.
The lady reached out and
Touched his hair.
His eyes widened at the touch
The lady just stared and said,
“You’ve let it grow so much.”
Someya’s heart stopped at the lady’s
Soul-piercing glare.
All the sudden, he needed
To get out of there.
BINABASA MO ANG
From the Corner of his Spectacled Eyes
PoetryThe laws of the world you defy, All because of a special eye.