James Arlington Wright

(13 December 1927 – 25 March 1980 / Ohio)

Small Frogs Killed On The Highway - Poem by James Arlington Wright

Still,
I would leap too
Into the light,
If I had the chance.
It is everything, the wet green stalk of the field
On the other side of the road.
They crouch there, too, faltering in terror
And take strange wing. Many
Of the dead never moved, but many
Of the dead are alive forever in the split second
Auto headlights more sudden
Than their drivers know.
The drivers burrow backward into dank pools
Where nothing begets
Nothing.

Across the road, tadpoles are dancing
On the quarter thumbnail
Of the moon. They can't see,
Not yet.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Poem Edited: Friday, March 6, 2015


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