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Vacation

One day last week
I was overwhelmed (more
than just one day, really),

so I went out to the yard,
found a tree frog, stared
for about an hour.

She (I could tell by the white throat)
stared at me, too.
We didn’t talk.

(Did she know me as I did her,
Hyla versicolor?
(and why should she have?

I do not know the names
mountains and rivers
call themselves.))

I fed her a caddisfly;
she plucked it, alive,
from my fingers.

It was thrilling, feeding a
great carnivore, watching her
in her native habitat.

I went back to my life
refreshed,
glad to be back.