DE VITA BEATA
‘In life, brother Gallio, everyone would be happy,yet blind are they to what would
make life so.’ When though this morning,
after a thundery shower, Seneca,
a frog made leaps across the wet
vastness of the lawn, so clearly
blissful in my eyes, it was as if
with his slick body I could feel –
what else is happiness; had I not
seen it, how would I know it as such –
so in his element, so unaware
those lovely arches of his leaps across the grass.
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