SWAMP POEM
This clamorous 
froglet nocturne
sounding, through 
the heavy sweat 
of northern nights,
like a room full of 
giddy kindy boys
popping bubble wrap,
scrunching cellophane
and imitating cicadas
that night they were born. 
LJ, November 23 2011. 
 
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