the road home winds
slow and fatigued
my bicycle falls
my bicycle falls
heavily in the landing
doors open drowsy
doors open drowsy
as a dream
why must I tell this story
the edges hesitate
tomorrow is untold
but sure to arrive early
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.
6 comments:
Beautiful poem Maya! And... those teensy frogs. They're adorable!
Cute.
Tiny frogs!
I love the poem, Maya!
I like how your use of the whole word bicycle, rather than bike, gives the line a much better rhythm.
And those frogs! So cute...
I love this poem! And those tiny frogs!! So cute!
So lovely. And tiny frogs! There was a tiny spider on a kleenex I was using to clean my glasses this morning and I managed not to scream and throw it across the room.
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