For All These I Wait (2) Poem by RIC BASTASA
For All These I Wait (2)
somewhere
a frog is asleep
playing
dead lifeless upon
a cake of mud
there is hibernation
as a necessity
for another coming
existence
someone gets to be buried
someone becomes a busier
a brier or brewer
someday someone has to
be a chronicler
about what happened here
as most poets are
lifeless frogs inside a cake mud
sometimes a rain comes
and makes everything alive again
for all these i wait.
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