Monday, June 11, 2018

Canvas 1,217 — Chorus



Canvas 1,217

June 11, 2018


On warm summer nights
the little ones climb the walls —
they think they are frogs.

Then August comes
and the ditch runs wide.

Full of bugs,
frogs hop
across the lawn.

That old bearded one
looks like my grandfather,
but he jumps like
my son —

into the shadows,
where someone is singing.

Chorus”
Songs and Letters, May 4, 2008,
from a batch of Sunday poems




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