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Frog Song II

Tiny member of a symphonic choir
that sits beside my window every night
calling out to his mate...
A lovely dancer in a pool of summer's fate...
How she lengthens her legs with every glide...
across the rippled surface
made by a gentle breeze
in that beckoning echo
of a sound so low and inviting...
She raises her eyes above the lotus and knows...
with one movement he is hers
and he is hers
He knows and he knows
how to hold on
and refuse to let go.

12-Jan-2001

More By  :  Suzanne Case

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