CLOUD
You migrate
across the
ocean sky,
a whale
ghost
From here
I ride
upon your
back and
listen to
silent
songs
until
You arch
your tail
toward the
stars and
shapeshift
into another
story
GREEN JOEYS
I put
frogs in
my jacket
pockets when
I find
them sitting
in the
road on
morning walks
before the
sun dries
them into
gray mummies
and curls
their toes
up towards
the sky.
I like
the feel
of a
frog’s cool
damp body
in my
hand and
the thrumming
of its
heart against
my fingertips.
I like
feeling like
a mother
kangaroo with
a pouch
filled with
green joeys
as I
carry them
to the
stream to
let them
go.
Jean Louise Monte's poetry has appeared in California Quarterly, Life As An [Insert Label Here], Avocet: A Journal of Nature Poems, and the Antelope Valley Anthology. She lives in Southern California.
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