Friday, 25 November 2011

#61: Frogging

So they clustered on one side of the motorway
getting a feel for its rhythms,
looking for gaps in the traffic -
little life-giving pockets where one

with a plucky temperament and surfeit
of alacrity could thread through and reach the river
on the far bank,
its logs and ridge-backed alligators,

its cool, swift waters,
dark as macadam.

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