Monday, July 25, 2022

Metamorphosis

early spring morning puddle 
rimmed with rime of frost
saw the eggs days past now
tadpoles swimming slowly in the cold

squatted watching wondrous life
school bus passed and let it
caught it on the back swing

window watching tree shadows pass
dreamed of growing legs

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