When I Return I Shall
When I return
I will live in Central America.
When I come back,
My skin will produce a deadly poison.
When I reincarnate,
Arrow-poison frogs will fear me.
Forest people will die
If they look at me to tip their arrows.
This is my tree dream. Being mighty
Being mean. Not being me at all.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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