He wants to shake the moss off his back and leave the tadpoles behind. They remind him of his misspent youth, and wasted spring.Β Β The blackbird sings of blue skies, far off lands, and the bullfrog dreams of flying.
Oh, to not be stuck. Check out my you tube channel where I read from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.com https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8HU6aTsrYhE