Aug. and Sept. were full, just not of new poems. So, finally, I am uploading a few more postcard poems. This frog should have appeared on the other side of the poem above. It didn’t appear there, so it appears here.
Here’s a transcription of the little poem:
On the Way Back from the Pond
I did not call you—no cell
reception from the woods when my heart
fired down my arm & I fell
into the clutter of birches & pines,
pulled myself up against a stump
& heard, still, the transparent frogs
and the dragonfly hum—thought of you
how the final thing you would find
on my phone would be 14 photos,
closeups of transparent frogs and their obvious lungs.
