Ian Seed on the Other Side of the
Frog
I never thought when I found
and kissed him in the forest
he would one day sit
for hours at a desk, petitioners
to receive, documents to read
and sign. I never thought
he would return my kiss
with cold lips, then roll over
to the other side of his father’s bed.
I should have left him as he was
among old roots, gazing up
into the dark belly of leaves.
© Copyright Ian Seed 2006