scooping leaves from the pond
where the sugar maple deposits them
there is a plunk in the water
it’s forty degrees this afternoon
who did I disturb but a frog
how can they live like that
sleeping in a plastic flower pot
submerged in the bottom of the pond
making a home for the winter
be solid as the ice through the snow
then come back chirping in the spring
well, rent is free, that I know
Thursday, November 05, 2009
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