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tree frog
you are green, chartreuse really
with a quivering throat of coral
your eyes are orange-ringed
mysterious beads of dark
sticky feet can cling
to anything and do
why are you afraid?
why is clinging a necessity?
why not stretch
naked green, smooth
wrinkled skin, let go
leap through the dark?
Jacquelyn Markham
copyright 2010 J. Markham
The Geese Have Come Back
The geese have come back
to the dark pond beyond the kitchen window
since then
my heart opened
my body pushed out of the cocoon
The geese have come back
to the sun filled tidal creek
across the road
since then
my rhythms ebb and flow
with wingbeat and primal sounds
Sometimes they wake me
Sometimes they give me rest
The geese have come back
Now, I return to myself
Jacquelyn Markham
copyright 2010 J. Markham