CLOUD
You migrate
across the 
ocean sky,
a whale
ghost
From here
I ride 
upon your 
back and 
listen to 
silent  
songs
until
You arch
your tail
toward the 
stars and
shapeshift
into another
story
GREEN JOEYS
I put 
frogs in 
my jacket 
pockets when 
I find 
them sitting 
in the 
road on 
morning walks
before the 
sun dries  
them into 
gray mummies 
and curls 
their toes
up towards 
the sky.
I like 
the feel 
of a 
frog’s cool 
damp body 
in my 
hand and 
the thrumming 
of its 
heart against 
my fingertips.
I like 
feeling like 
a mother 
kangaroo with 
a pouch 
filled with 
green joeys
as I 
carry them 
to the 
stream to 
let them 
go.
Jean Louise Monte's poetry has appeared in California Quarterly, Life As An [Insert Label Here], Avocet: A Journal of Nature Poems, and the Antelope Valley Anthology.  She lives in Southern California.
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