Meteorology

toads

 

The resolute rain

taps out

its in-deci-phera-ble

code against

the stones

in my

window

well.

Imprisoned toads

lick water

drops

like drought-

survivors.

As crickets

scratch their tune

on tiny

washboards,

I am released—

from

the moon,

and Insom-

nia’s

load.

 

Kat Mortensen©2014

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