JUNE NIGHT, FRANCE

June
19, 1995

 

Frogs
by the hundreds belch lust

Into
the June night.

Their
croaking drowns

My
thoughts so that

 

I
am only muscle and bone

Holding
soft insides:

Lungs,
kidneys, liver, guts,

Shiny
parts working together

To
keep my heart beating.

 

I
watch this moist

And
glistening bag of organs

Moving
slowly

Soft
and vulnerable,

Like
frogs

 

Part
of the night air, the frog song,

The
ripening summer.