Orfordville

      by Lisa Fishman

Jonah found
a frog in the currants
thirsty, he said, so we flicked water on it
& it sat still    throat pulsing
bright-greener than the stem, feet spread, attached to the stem

Three people one frog thousands of currants
Bashō, anyone, why write it down


From the Academy of American Poets website, as the featured Poem-a-Day poem for 13 January 2015.