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Goodbye, Sticky Frog


Sticky frog hung on for at least three miles
if I had only known, if I had only seen
his lime green leopard spot moist frog body
attempting to cling, perhaps I could have saved him.

It is just a hunch, nothing more
but it had rained heavily an hour before
and it is possible that he became displaced
during that ferocious storm.

Perhaps he was wedged beneath
a windshield wiper’s arm, or frightened
and hiding inside a wheel, but whatever
transpired, his sticky frog fate was sealed

And when I raised the window, I saw him
frantically hugging, his sticky frog eyes were bugging
and his legs stretched out, his face contorted
by force of a thirty mile per hour wind.

I slowed down, hoping to stave his departure,
and what I thought would be a certain death
without an ounce of dignity.

The last sight I saw of sticky frog, he was airborne
on Platt Springs Road. I like to think he landed
in a tree, it’s possible as almost everyone in
the frog world knows- to a sticky frog,
airborne or not, any tree can make a good home.

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