by Lisa Fishman
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.