Potions by Yusef Komunyakaa
The old woman made mint Candy for the children Who'd bolt through her front door, Silhouettes of the great blue
Heron. She sold ten-dollar potions From a half-lit kitchen. Chinese boxes Furnished with fliers & sinkers. Sassafras & lizard tongues. They'd walk out
Of the woods or drive in from cities, Clutching lovesick dollar bills At a side door that opened beside A chinaberry tree. Did their eyes
Doubt under Orion as voices Of the dead spoke? They carried Photos, locks of hair, nail clippings, & the first three words of a wish.
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