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     The Elgin Marvels

A toad in his nightgown
shuffled across the road to put his teeth
in a glass on the edge of the ditch.

Half a mile further on a frog
hopped downstairs for the fourth time
to ask for a drink of water.

This was a road twisted and tangled
as honeysuckle. Above: silence: its throat
open as a cloud about to describe midnight blue

but dumbstruck by its taste.