Toads and Frogs
By Terra Wolfe
You are a toad , a charming toad,
perhaps, and subtle ,
but your warts are burned on the back of my eyes
and a toad you will be .
Now frogs are another thing .
Over and over frogs become princes.
Over and over without so much as flicking a flipper .
The sunlight shimmers over their
iridescence and they move with the grace of Nureyev .
The beauty, the beauty of such motion .
How I love my frogs
we needn't breathe when we swim together,
and the treasure is the time. If you could find the dragon's cave
and shower me with gems,
They would still be rocks, and you, sir,
would still be
a toad .
Copyright Terra Wolfe 2006
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