F[r]og - Parody Carl Sandburg - Fog
The frog comes
on little toed feet.
Glad on pad soaking
rafts, wafts nenuphar away from city zen smog
mist_story current flows from current woes
in bog, in pond beyond poetic reads
It sits croaking.
Silence? - you’re joking! -
until it croaks.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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