fugue

the road home winds 

                          slow and fatigued
my bicycle falls 

                         heavily in the landing
doors open drowsy 

                           as a dream

why must I tell this story 

                      the edges hesitate
                      tomorrow is untold
                      but sure to arrive early 

a thought unfolding as I call it forth

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Pic: I thought these were slugs on my hellebores, but they're teeny, tiny frogs--each one the size of a pea! The wonders I continue to discover, sometimes even in my own backyard, amaze me.