Photo by Matthew Kosloski
and
Angela Zimmerling
he and I
that boy
i knew
once
found golden eyed frogs
on afternoons
beneath the cedar
and fern
on
afternoons
the air
tasted of berries
too long on the vine
dust and rain not yet fallen
he and i
held the frogs in our hands
and they peered through
the prison of our fingers
at the children we were
for a time caught
and
enchanted
paused
in our shadow
a reflection
at the water’s edge
Angela Zimmerling
he and I
that boy
i knew
once
found golden eyed frogs
on afternoons
beneath the cedar
and fern
on
afternoons
the air
tasted of berries
too long on the vine
dust and rain not yet fallen
he and i
held the frogs in our hands
and they peered through
the prison of our fingers
at the children we were
for a time caught
and
enchanted
paused
in our shadow
a reflection
at the water’s edge