Short Seasons

The worthy rushes stream toward the next pond
As the underbrushes hide from the pressure to flow

Submission's gravity carries certain frogs to new pads
Whose frigid agency embraces winter's lucid smile

As freezing deduces that no toad can stand and deliver 
A truly guilty verdict upon its own belly
Or that of any other life

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