fadeaway

i am old enough
to remember the frogs
that hopped around the house
sided with cedar slats

i held one once
and wondered at
the moist membrane
then let it flee off into the moss

no more –

the frogs are gone
the moss is coarse and dry

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

humans can fold a hundred
knife-edged creases
transform a tree or a rock
into a rose

and call it love–

but i fear an
annoying buzz

without the frogs