![]() ![]() Under wide-brimmed hat and slicked with SPF-Ī-million. The railroad tracks, that buried hive, so quickĪnd swatted off their panicked first defenseīefore they reached her tender flesh, fat handsĪnd wrists and cheeks exposed though shadowed Touched the child, as though some force protected herįrom stings-our love? I’m not naive. Into my hands and arms, your neck, but not one They rose so angry, embers set on burning holes On your back, me orbiting your precious double form. We stepped on a hornets’ nest, you carrying the baby In water, darkness, song? I keep thinking of that day That’s crawled through dirt to find himself immersed Who knows, seduction? A way to find another frog Sounds like a chorus of coffee-counter men Somehow when ditches fill with rain outside our house. Tonight, in bed, we hear the frogs that just emerge ![]()
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