A World

 Today’s poem is a double golden shovel using two lines from “The Witch” by Elizabeth Willis. 

A World 

a spell is a spell 

witch is a witch 
she has potions – makes what has 
been her family’s magic 
known throughout the world 
to ward off fear of heart in those who 
cry – the very air of sadness goes 
out first, then 
while she stokes the fire 
her heart warms, then her 
husband reaches into the 
places remote as the planets 
inside of 
her, dry as cardboard, kisses 
the life back in, then his 
image (not in ink but) 
of heartlight beats with hers, then 
a miracle happens – a conceived
child becomes their compass

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