“frog poet”

by Lynda Skeen

He sits in a shallow pond,

croaking,

the vibrations moving out into 

the cool evening in 

smooth shining rings.

Just that.

Just his wet grey body 

sending out 

perfect concentric circles

of connection.

His breath 

ripples into the world

and back.

His lungs inflate,

release.

His luscious rough body

moves air

in

and

out

as he

sings to the night.

And even after so many 

unanswered songs,

he just keeps

singing

and singing

and singing.

Lynda Skeen lives in Ashland, Oregon.  She has been published in a variety of journals, including ONE ART, The Halcyone Literary Review, North American Review, Tiger’s Eye, Lucid Stone, Talking Leaves, Main Street Rag, and Poetry Motel.