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March 13, 2015
I dreamt last night,
of a tiny frog caught
between here and there
although I could not tell exactly
where.

It must have been a
spring dream.
a dream of sweet anticipation
where we are caught between
the patches of snow and the
brown and green.

Or it was a dream of
someone's voice
cutting through the
melting ice
a small rivulet
over hill and away.

Still I am uncertain about
the here and there even
though we all seem to be
in the same place,

caught in a moment between
the patches of snow and the
brown and green.