Then when I found frogs in the bucket instead
I just shivered.
I didn’t expect to find frogs; jumping frogs—
green ugly creatures that signify…
The bucket was full to the brim with frogs—
a palimpsest of scattered & scrambled ideas.
Green frogs in the bucket,
jammed like sardines in a basket.
Each one wanted to speak the truth.
I was flabbergasted.
I smashed the bucket against the wall,
and f r a g m e n t e d it,
letting the frogs go in multifarious directions.
Written 10 04 2012