Postmodern Rain by Ali Znaidi

Then when I found frogs in the bucket instead

of water,

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 shivered.

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