Pollywogs

The pond morphs pollywogs

the size of babies’ fists

some with

legs

some with

arms

some with

both (arms & legs)

all with

tails

to

paddle water’s edge

to intermingle with sprawling sweet peas.

& I lean my heart

toward bountiful bullfrogs,

their peeping bulge eyes

protruding from clods of moss,

& note:

the water a fiery green.

& frozen in water’s mossy womb,

a lone frog bloats.