Poem: warts and thorns

I helped a toad

cross the road.

No, wait, that’s not quite it.

The toad had a plan

I gave it a hand —

I stood between it and cars.

most went wide

as they passed beside.


Toad stopped at center line.

Next car stopped too,

watched me shoo . . .

eventually we arrived

at the other side.


Storm chased me home.

Did I help or hurt?

Mismatched by stride

I guess I caused stress.

Should I have quit?

Let it sit?

What did I owe that toad?

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Poem #21, written 5.22.2013