thirty poems number six

tall this much no more

a stick with tadpoles in the mud

jeans rolled up above the knees

bare toes wriggle into silt

oval black bodies, ribbon tails scattering

it feels odd to be so big

change changes everything

4 thoughts on “thirty poems number six”

Perspective, change, it does indeed change everything.

neil reid says:

2023-04-18 at 3:28 am

I like this one. Tadpoles, yes. I enjoyed retrieving the memory and writing it.

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This brought back memories of (smaller) toes in mud, watching little wriggles eventually grow legs.

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