Enough:Too Much

By | 1 May 2020

As a child,
I could never
catch the frogs
at the pond
across the street.
They jumped
before I even
sighted them:
splash & sound.
Knowing my love
for them, the boys
in my neighborhood
caught them
in my stead
and left them
on the concrete
slab we called
a front porch
smashed open,
their insides
like wet rope.

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