Forgetting the Frog
the horned toad
was told he
couldn't be
a frog
or a
prince
no matter
how horny
he was
but his head
doctor not a shrink
was of the phrenological
kind
feeling
the lay of
the land and
filling in
landfills and
landmines mind you
remember this time when
pressing a lump
to sum it up
this was
when
you
we're
seven
and you
decided
to ride your
skateboard as
if you were catching
a wave
but what
saved you was
your stubbornness
and so today you come
to me asking what
does this one
mean and
i see
well what
i mean is my
fingers talk for me
but
this is
a bump
of life and
love
that is
with my
touch seems
to be
from this
morning when
you forgot your
anniversary
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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