by Lacey McCone
Wassermann's pond squirmed with polliwogs
that spring, and we lunged for them, our
toes deep in silt, felt them bump
against our bare legs and
saw them squiggle through
our fingers. Slick
green pouty
clever
things!
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| Polliwogs
by Lacey McCone Wassermann's pond squirmed with polliwogs that spring, and we lunged for them, our toes deep in silt, felt them bump against our bare legs and saw them squiggle through our fingers. Slick green pouty clever things! |
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