Elizabeth Olenzek

Chorus frogs

The others have gone quiet,
the late April snow
like a clot of sod
stuffed in the mouth,
yet one chants high in the trees still
with a chorus steeply pitched
as a barn roof
or passion.

There is a first,
early and alone.
There is a last,
more so with the story
of spring
so caught in the throat,
a likeness to young
onions popped in a field,
stern and fresh and ending.

Elizabeth Olenzek

ELIZABETH OLENZEK lives and works on an organic farm in rural Michigan. In addition to writing poetry, she currently edits and publishes a monthly zine called DIGEST.

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