Finding

When someone finally
lifts the overturned
clay flowerpot
the small toad takes
a single hop

6 Responses

  1. That’s delicious, Dave.

    Rachel - March 11th, 2007 at 11:29 am
  2. Great poem. Is it the poet or the toad that feels giddy anticipation mingled with dread?

    robin andrea - March 11th, 2007 at 1:29 pm
  3. This is a neat, as far as holes in the head go. Congratulations.

    Teju - March 11th, 2007 at 1:36 pm
  4. “A neat?”

    Neat, I meant. A neat hole.

    Teju - March 11th, 2007 at 9:25 pm
  5. I’m sure that soon there will be a new coinage in the realm–something like bontastic or bonamazing or bonanas–to cover zany creators who birth blogs like mad.

    May your new enterprise take off faster than a snake racing after a toad!

    marly y. - March 12th, 2007 at 9:31 am
  6. Rachel – Thanks. I’m honored to have you as the first commenter on this new venture!

    robin andrea – Both, I guess.

    Teju – Oh, I thought it was a typo for “teat.”

    marly – Thanks!

    It’s not really a blog, see, it’s just a book in blog form (something Teju knows all about). I already know that it will end, and I have a rough idea of when.

    Dave Bonta - March 12th, 2007 at 10:12 am

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