The news keeps coming
with its one crooked
finger
death death death death death
And one no longer turns at the call of her name,
and another forgets to lift his surprised eyebrow.
While here are the leopard frogs,
and the leopard frog descendants,
eeking and leaping and wagging their slippery tails
inside the folds of the still living pond.
—an assimilation of Jane Hirshfield's "A Folding Screen"
