A Poem after Tu Fu
As a kid I would scoop up bullfrogs.
How old was I when I saw my last
Remember how dragonflies lit the air
Today in my garden a hummingbird
He hangs in the mist of my watering hose,
From his perch he soaks a minute.
By Bob BradshawQLRS Vol. 10 No. 4 Oct 2011
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