Ode to the toad

Tobacco in the air. Oil on the streets.
Tiny spreading rainbows
Road hogs’ drips.spills and sputters
killed off toad frogs in all gutters.
Morning newsboys miss these friends.
More rainbow splotches foretold their ends.
There is only one sog.
There was only one air.

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