The ephemeral pool forms on the bedrock
high on a sandstone ridge
hundreds of feet above the creek,
otherwise filling the canyon with the sound of its rushing water,
but for the displaced croak of frogs
hole up in a lone pond in the sky,
and the polliwogs waiting,
water skeeters skating,
encircled by lichened rocks and chaparral,
glare of sun,
scent of sea.
tadpoles
The hitchhiker.
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