Croak Ritual

Before the reeds had names to hold

Before the seasons turned to cold

One frog sat still upon a stone

And heard the water hum alone

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He said the pond was always true

Long before it noticed you

It holds you like the falling rain

Not proud, not cruel,

it feels no pain

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Jim jim jimothy himothy jimothy jim jim jim

Say what you did,

own what you broke

Serve what outlives your own small croak

Hold the mayfly light in your hand

Don't mistake the ripple for the deep on which you stand

He never asked the pond to speak

He stopped until his knees went weak

And in the stillness,

loud and slow

The water told him what to know

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Jim jim jimothy himothy jimothy jim jim

jim

Jim...

jimothy...

still the stone,

still the tone

the pond hums on when we're gone