The toad
As soon as the wobbly legs sprout,the tadpole sheds its tail
remolds itself
into a stubby toad,clad
in a dry, warty thick skin.
It swim halt at the river bank-
where water and land
culture crosses
touching within itself
different other-
gill turned into lung
and it hop
crawl on land. Now here
it chase gobble-
spiders, snails , slugs,
weeding out the garden pests,
offering its own life
to heron, crow or snake-
a condition we can really
call being alive or
beautiful to have lived.
Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2026-05-25 at 01:18
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