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Driving into Spring



The roar was deafening

It overwhelmed the country-western station 

although the windows were up

and I was well on my way to Jackson

with June Carter and Johnny Cash.


So I rolled the windows down

and almost drowned in the sound

the surround sound

of a thousand voices - 

the basso profundo

a cantata and fugue…


for frogs

In the night.

by frogs

out of sight…


Yes! Nearby the frogs were singing

their old sweet song

in the wetlands

and once again it was Spring!

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