the small tree frog
for no reason
that I can possibly know of
jumps from m to m
inside this poem
how it got here i don’t know…
must have left a window open
why m i don’t know…
are they easier for frogs to rest on?
but here it is, looking like a small arrowhead
with a rust colored back
and two bulbous eyes much like
headlights, and a mean yellow streak
along its sides
and i remember
something, seeing it jump
with such precision from
one m to another,
i rem e mber (he made it!)
what my wife had whispered
near the waterfall deep
inside the Ghats
seeing me frozen on a precipice,
a gameful nudge, then this:
‘never forget that the forest
flows freely inside your veins.’
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