Frog Fire Poem by John W. McEwers
Frog Fire
i don't remember the name
of the campsite -
or the names of the two boys
who shared my tent
i recall - if i consider carefully
the lips a girl
touched by teenage lust
and drink
the clearest image
is the squadron of frogs
who - confused
hopped merrily into the campfire
the hiss of their suicide
and the smell of their small bodies
mingling with burnt marshmallows
is graffiti on my memory
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