songs day and night
among the water lilies
frog serenade
I pretend
to conduct the symphony—
cicadas and frogs
leap, Mr. frog—
not even your voice reveals
your hiding place
relentless—
the monsoon and frog songs
day and night
out of my way toad
while I plant water lilies
a lark sings
I am counting
little green frogs all night—
Sleepless in Avondale
two black beady eyes
stare into my baby blues—
this is frog hell!
chirrup—chirrup!
even in my dreams
the din of frogs
frog songs—
if I stop listening
will they go away?
in his paintings
Monet left out the frogs—
blessed omission
gourmet delight—
in my frying pan
frog legs
silence at last—
in my watercolor
the frogs do not chirrup
