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woods

On the eve of the equinox
I heard the frogs sing
under starlit skies.

They carried me on their song
to places I had been before
and caused me to wonder.

Who else had quietly walked
this trail between the gentle caress
of swordferns seeking home?

I drew in my breath
but the damp warming soil
would not give up their names.

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