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Watercolor by Debra Krebs
NEUROLOGY
I never mind them
reminding us
that we use only a tiny fraction
of our brains,
a section the size of a small toad
according to some.
It is enough every day
to hear the soft commotion
of his tumbling
through the lawn within,
a lump of brown moving in the grass,
and every night,
to sense his stillness
as he sits on a dark, wet rock
hour after hour,
looking so imperial,
blinking into the rain.
Billy Collins
Posted over on Gimlet Eye
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