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.