The sun caught the pond
In a second of sky
With it boreas down
And its cumuli dry
Fast asleep
On the edge of the pond
A Toad felt the touch
Of a second of sun
He opened his eyes
And raised his head
At this precise moment
I’m perfect he said
He closed his eyes
And destroyed the view
I’m perfect he thought
At this moment too
---Scott Bates---
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