Finding

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

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6 comments

  1. Rachel · March 11, 2007

    That’s delicious, Dave.

  2. robin andrea · March 11, 2007

    Great poem. Is it the poet or the toad that feels giddy anticipation mingled with dread?

  3. Teju · March 11, 2007

    This is a neat, as far as holes in the head go. Congratulations.

  4. Teju · March 11, 2007

    “A neat?”

    Neat, I meant. A neat hole.

  5. marly y. · March 12, 2007

    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!

  6. Dave Bonta · March 12, 2007

    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.

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