Today's poem is by Rebekah Remington

Pond Glimmer
       

My lost tadpole returned in a hopping ball of dust.
The sky contained improbable birds.
If the boy upstairs could put on a black tulle skirt,
I could change too.
Someday I'd translate the voices on the other side of the wall
into nightingalese.
Someday I'd see the moose.
Save somebody, or at least, teach them to hear Dickinson.
The no-audition chorus opened the sky with its cantata.
Coyote 1288, before it was killed,
lived a long time behind the downtown post office
along the South Branch of the Chicago River.
Everyone has a past.
Thrice spurned but I kept falling in love.
I washed that frog and he lived three days.

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from Colorado Review
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