Next Time


In my next life
I will be a freshwater frog.
Nothing much is expected of
a born again antediluvian.

Smooth, damp, sleek,
Freed from the frenzies of
mortal existence and bad hair days,
Luxuriating among fragrant pond lilies,
bulbous eyes blinking
into the sun.
Transmogrified.
Garumph!
 
By Patricia Sullivan