A Poem For Today - Frogs, Deer, Kitchen Window

[KEN DICKINSON]

Frogs, Deer, Kitchen Window

There isn't any way to keep the kitchen window from tapping. —William Stafford

Or the deer from eating the roses, 

or the frogs from swallowing the moon.

Or the banjo from midnight,

the sailor from his grief.

There's no way to stop

the whelm of flood tide,

the relentless coloring and

draining of the sky.

Last night we found a wooden bench 

on the cliff, its weathered legs longer 

than our own. We sat and swung

our feet out over the sea, the body

of your boyhood alive again,

throwing itself into the widening

gap between the worlds.

The trouble with everything

is the way it's so bent on turning:

rose to deer, frog to moon.

Our bodies to the starry cyclone's

empty eye.

Prartho Sereno

[Patricia Rios]

Yes, that's what happens...

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