Poem of the Week: One Unhappy Bullfrog


I slip around stalks of goldenrod and wave
to bumblebees. Kerplonk! I’m one unhappy
bullfrog grumping in Congers Lake.

A red-tailed hawk wheels above me as rows
of apple trees green the horizon. The new moon
climbs like a monkey as cicadas sing arias.

A silver-haired conductor hums and gyrates,
thrashing his arms until they fall from his body.
The orchestra plays on without him.

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