Witch’s Wishing Well

we wanted wars where we wouldn’t wonder what we’d win

wildfires worth wrangling

white wingtips wrenched westward, withstanding wanton whims

we wished weathered waves would wreck whitewashed water windmills

worms would wallow within whistling wrens

wordsmiths would write wildflowers when warmer weather withered

what wicked witches, we

worshipping wayward women

welcoming wastelands, wrestling winds