FROGTIME

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                FROGTIME

Once upon a frogpond time

Standing still on the mudsoft bank as a

Butter sun sank green into algae

A new sort of algebra at work in me

An unexpected alchemy

 

And buzzing round my head

(With tiny voices) gnats of Heaven singing

Like Palm Sunday's very rocks bringing

A loud Hosanna to previously

Stone deaf ears

 

Yellow, green and sometimes blinding

White reflected suns reminding me

To thank the Frog King

For this moment in

The non-Apocalypse

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I bow to the frog king ....great descriptive poem. 

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Thanks H. I'm an urban dweller at present and I miss the woods sounds at night. Be well.  marK