2005/bullfrog.wpd

Awake most of the night
hearing the bullfrog’s grunt,
your whistling nose embellishing
your usual snoring.
An unwanted opportunity
to ponder all that is not right,
pain in my arms and neck from
my day’s work – joy’s toll.
The price of too much tea,
too much talk too late at night
on topics too provoking.
A piece of chocolate I forget
contains caffeine, or just
my body’s usual malfunctions.
I never know exactly what,
my personal ecology
so easily disrupted.

7/9/05