Assiniboine Forest, May 15, 2005.
Frogs hump Spring's wet backside
in the ultimate catch and release
slip-slide
trill victory
from the potbellied potholed
paths in the forest
while new mosquitoes abdomens blooming red
mimic dandelion down
and the expelled breath that sent them
aloft
the whole air/field to fill
their hum so like the back porch motion-detectors
just after they drop
their guard and everything goes
dark
underfoot the moss grows
so silently it can be heard
glows orange then red
covers logs lengths of path
all the filled-in seeping footsteps and the frogs
half-asleep in their ponds
Don't Marry the Fly echoing
cold-blooded in wet
green dreams
The light?
The light makes me squint.
1 comment:
Ariel - you have a very distinctive voice. I can tell it's you before I read your name or the title.
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