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
Basho, anyone, why write it down


Copyright © 2015 by Lisa Fishman. Used with permission of the author.

About this Poem

“This poem, written in 2013, is part of a long sequence called, ‘Amtrak, Orfordville, Riverhead,’ consisting of multiple pages within each section. Currant harvest is mid-July in southern Wisconsin.”
Lisa Fishman