A Hundred Times A Thousand Croaks Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

A hundred times a thousand croaks

ribbit ribbit back to you
it's the same here
in the wet bottoms of the barranca

i cherish their interrupted concert
the moment my silhouette defines
against the moon or the bright light

of lampadaires
they stop to honor my presence
with silent silence

and after a few minutes of quiet
one croak then two then four and eight
a geometric progression

followed by another invisible one hundred
thousand serenading croaks
splintering the hush into cacophony

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