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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