On my early walk
I passed the Frog Prince
dead in a rut of the roadhis lordly legs spread out
for a royal leap
plump thighs
a fan of tapering toeshis shapely body
flattened
by a passing wheeland, in a long and purple flume,
like a worm in the wet sand
his gut forlorn.
This Issue
April 18, 1996
This Issue
April 18, 1996
