The Invitation (2 Rondelets) - Poem by Diane Hine
pogglebonk frog to quell your song.
to undertake your unbecoming.
A lady of the billabong
or tiger snake – the night is long,
I’ll be right there
as soon as I determine whither.
I’ll be right there -
I’m still deciding what to wear.
Skin or scales! I’m all adither
should I hop or should I slither,
I’ll be right there.
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