Duckweed Crown
~We used to stalk frogs together.
I'd tell her that in every pond
there was a frog king
who wears a duckweed crown.
Every time we spotted one
she'd whisper
"Daddy, is that the king
with the duckweed crown?"
and every time I'd whisper yes.
She's all grown up now.
A little lost (like most).
Hopping amidst frosted lily pads.
One heartbeat or incident above the water line.
A thinning soul, dodging teeth.
Still searching for her frog king
with a Duckweed crown~
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