Early Walk

On my early walk
I passed the Frog Prince
dead in a rut of the road

his lordly legs spread out
for a royal leap
plump thighs
a fan of tapering toes

his shapely body
by a passing wheel

and, in a long and purple flume,
like a worm in the wet sand
his gut forlorn.

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