PROSPERITY
By Pavel Chichikov
By Pavel Chichikov
The little
vernal pond has died,
A black sea
small as some back gardens,
One small
bucket lifted up
Contains the
wilderness of Eden
Protozoans,
water bears
Rotifers,
unhurried snails,
Peepers, toads
and salamanders
Leaving silent
bubble trails
Once a rat
snake on a log
Thickly
sunning, somnolent
Engorged before
with one fat frog,
Too thick to
have a frog-shaped dent
And then a
jewel of the pond
Disclosed when
it had nearly dried,
A salamander
black and gold
Which
estivating had not died
Now a dusty
crater, gray
As if it were a
human town,
Prosperity a
vernal pond
That will dry
up and then sink down The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov
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