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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