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191st Weekly Poetry Contest winner: July Musings

by Miles T. Ranter

A hundred thousand million galaxies
in motley clusters rapidly receding
from one another—like a bunch of bees
repelled by tainted nectar they’d been eating—
is a sure sign the cosmos is inflating,
as is the vocal structure of the frog
now calling out across the water, waiting,
as patient as the shadows in this bog.
With every croak, his throat must grow then shrink.
But will that happen to the universe?
Well, you can speculate and muse and think
and theorize and wonder and immerse
your thoughts in such abstract considerations
while I sit listening to frog vibrations.

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