Almanac Poetry: ‘Summer’s Tadpoles’ – Tommy Mallet

 

Summer’s Tadpoles

 

Summer’s tadpoles,
having survived so much relentless heat,
become frogs,
under autumn’s first cold, hard rain,
circling our cabin,
their croaks heralding blue-fingered mornings
of pain ahead.

 

Inside,
under the dance of roof rain,
the half-light of our bed lamp
gives home to too many shadows
on her face.

 

She’s trying for sultry,
but looks more tired.

 

I’m hoping it’s the latter,
as we descend into sex,
which I’m too weary,
to work too hard at,

 

that we might find some kind of
peace
together,

 

beneath
the sound of water tanks filling,
and frog calls.

 

 

 

 

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