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						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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