Like witches they flew along rows,Keeping creation at ease;With a tendril for needleThey sewed up the air with a stem;They teased out the seed that the cold kept asleep, —All the coils, loops and whorls.They trellised the sun; they plotted for more than themselves.
“How does one conquer fear, Don B.?” “One takes a frog and sews it to one’s shoe,” he said. “The left or the right?” Don B. gave me a pitying look. “Well, you’d look mighty funny going down the street with only one frog sewed to your shoes, wouldn’t you?" he said. “One frog on each shoe.”Donald Barthelme