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January 30, 2012

This morning

Brought the

Frog nose high from the slush

Of the pond

He must have been barely asleep

To have waken so soon.

 

Was he

Some mystic sign

Looking at me

Sent to speak to me

Crossing fields of time

Popping over generations

Breaking rules

 

I look at him

What is it you have to say?

You amphibian too large

Who doesn’t belong?

 

Will your mouth open with a roar?

What will you say?

What do I hear now?

 

I heard notions

About rules

Punishments

And rewards

 

I hear a whisper

A voice saying

I am bound to them