Labor Day and one cicada
is trying
To do the work of twenty. The birds
Have all left, flying to wherever birds fly
When they're off-duty. There's a puddle
Beneath the hose tap; a stray frog
Is sitting there for now. Wandering
Is not something frogs do well
But what can you do when your pond
Has evaporated clean away?
He looks exhausted. Dusk in three hours;
He'll eat someone then; get back on the road
To do the work of twenty. The birds
Have all left, flying to wherever birds fly
When they're off-duty. There's a puddle
Beneath the hose tap; a stray frog
Is sitting there for now. Wandering
Is not something frogs do well
But what can you do when your pond
Has evaporated clean away?
He looks exhausted. Dusk in three hours;
He'll eat someone then; get back on the road
No comments:
Post a Comment