ordinary frogs

another frog whimsy
he wants to be changed into a prince
he looks for a damsel in distress
among the forest of yellow singing
cypress trees, hopping from one
spongy stain of blue moss to another
he stops and wonders at the ginger
(cat – no that’s another story)
bread house, wondering if Alice
has lost the magical hare
tea kettles whistle from the interior
everyone knows frogs only drink
recycled marsh water on the quartz rocks
so he leaped onto the purple brick road
leading from forest to the magical
shiny suburb of the Sky Castles
where most distressed damsels spent
their afternoons pleasantly
peering at the cinema in the eyes
of the giant dragonflies, and wondered
if he should dare take his chance


the wrinkled wizened wizard warned him
he should have asked for orange stripes
ordinary green frogs have such a time
competing with modern inventions!



ordinary frogs
[2007.16.8…c]