Untitled Poem #-14

Posted: January 10, 1992 in Poetry
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I stopped after the rains
to listen to the silver frogs chanting,
who I could never find
when I wanted to watch them sing.

I could hear their beautiful piping
from my little room,
and I fell asleep to their chorus
in the light of the sun setting.

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