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Sport 40: 2012
Frog hunt
page 139
Frog hunt
Now I am compliant,
complicit, scholarly.
Willow trees excepted, it was still.
Little by little, you teach your autumn to catch flies, then the flies
flit away.
I am a small boy
and I am resonant: made
a fishhook out of wire and spite
while the day went on with laughter and elsewhere
adventures. A fishhook that gleamed
like water and lull. I am slim,
my mother is an engineer, my father is a priest.
We could not grow rice, frogs or willow leaves.
I am a small boy inventing things.