Peace is peaceful

I'm quoting The Dude in the title today, just so you know where we all stand. I've dug into the grab bag again and hark back to the morning of July 17, at a point where I only had one dirt magnet! It seems quite a while ago really.

I am going to cheat today and again post someone else's poem, to give an idea of where my tastes lie at the moment. So here is a very lovely poem that Henry seems to enjoy quite a bit.

Small Frogs Killed On The Highway
James Wright

Still,
I would leap too
Into the light,
If I had the chance.
It is everything, the wet green stalk of the field
On the other side of the road.
They crouch there, too, faltering in terror
And take strange wing. Many
Of the dead never moved, but many
Of the dead are alive forever in the split second
Auto headlights more sudden
Than their drivers know.
The drivers burrow backward into dank pools
Where nothing begets
Nothing.

Across the road, tadpoles are dancing
On the quarter thumbnail
Of the moon. They can't see,
Not yet.