Frog Tea

 


Frog Tea 

A double golden shovel poem using two vertically written lines from Elizabeth Willis’s “The Witch”
A fellow traveler and I visited a 
witch to have frog tea… I 
will tell you the oracles we heard:
gaze at a past of 
wistfully longing but a future 
at taking your poor outlook to 
the dump. Become a woman of 
glitter by changing the present 
of today. A woman herself makes 
a difference by looking into a 
clear yellow owl’s eye on a dark 
night. Never trust a pigeon.

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