The One About Frogs Not Having Wings

Ten years
like the crack of a whip

The hands of time harassing fate
keeping an eye on the prism

There it was, went,
dispersed, dissolved, a haze of smoke

What would have been
if dad had not died
is beyond fathomable

Hard facts
like warped teeth

hunt for a safe space
to lay siege in the name of peace

Knead at the warm plasma
and shape into honed fire

New moon elementals gather
green moss on wet stone

A slice of humble pie
served with the grace of forgiveness

Every ounce of cosmic sorrow
stored with a blanket of mass cocoon

Wept enough to sate the beast

Nutrients relax against the tide
let the waves surge the system

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