since i made this pond
more'an a decade’s passed
so it’s practically natural now.
the frogs think so.
this morning seemed the pump stopped.
couldn’t see it, couldn’t hear it;
wasn’t any moving water to speak of.
pulled the pump, it was purring.
coated thick with great-green,
though, pumping away it was;
checked the falls, found it trickled.
heavy growth covered the drop.
pulled then threw thick green gobs away,
minutes later all seemed okay;
on a warmer day’ll clean it all for winter,
today it’s late and i’m tired.
tomorrow’s out, heard it’ll rain,
day after’s soon enough for me.
you can’t do everything at once,
heard that said and belive it.
2 comments:
I absolutely love this. Your voice is so clear in it!!
I appreciate how it ends (a good reminder, I guess).
And happy to see the frogs again!
I love the title of your poem! And the fact that the frogs think it's natural, and that day after's soon enough, can't do everything at once. We've had rain after rainy day, and I actually like it- It's the closest thing to a weather change we've had in a long time.
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