Monday, February 28, 2011

Chuck Chuck


Pseudacris crucifers emerge quickly in this first spring rain
sloshing in the ankle deep water, I search out the cries in the dark,
Cries of bravado and longing,
your nimble feet clutching the rush reed
as you herald your voice into the chorus all around us
the x on your back signifying your place in the pond world
while your round vocal sac expands with fervor
soon, your sonorous voice will reach the concrete denizens


Colocasia esculenta- Kalo

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