A wee toad, just the right shade of green and brown, sitting on my back step in a heavily misted afternoon, where he contemplated the words “dance first, think later” which are carved into concrete.

The bottoms of my feet quietly setting down on wet city sidewalks and later looking fetchingly smooth and touchable.

The casual intensity of working islanders who give up their posts to swarm the street and gawk northward when two firetrucks pass with lights and sirens.

posted by Wendy

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