The Innisfree Poetry Journal

by Sean Enright


May Heket the missing fertility frog
be found and to it may she hop

May she jerk and wend her way
for love across the rain forest

Let her be with gravity
Let it be just hot enough

Attend no street sound
Allow only yon moist Heket

She's on the top of that hillside
in Weehawken calling down rain

She's vogueing by still water
prepped to sing

Is she out of her head
She does not know from urgency

Her little dimpled throat lets fly
She gets even wetter and starts to sing

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