last one
OK, here's my final anniversary post, so you should be pretty much caught up now. Guess I gotta get back to fresh entries, lazy time's up...
a heavy rain
originally posted September 1, 2006
The early-morning fog lifted from the road, the sound of my sneakers scratching gravel suddenly louder. The light was clean, fresh, rose-colored. But it soon revealed a road punctuated with dead frogs, some as flat as shadows, others smushed into the shape of coin purses, splayed legs for handles. Several frogs were intact. One lay on its back, arm laid across pudgy white belly as if snoozing after a meal. This is not the first time I’ve come across a scattering of dead frogs on my morning run. I craned my neck skyward but it looked perfectly clear, not a frog in sight, no plague moving in. I just hope the Christian Right never finds this place.
a heavy rain
originally posted September 1, 2006
The early-morning fog lifted from the road, the sound of my sneakers scratching gravel suddenly louder. The light was clean, fresh, rose-colored. But it soon revealed a road punctuated with dead frogs, some as flat as shadows, others smushed into the shape of coin purses, splayed legs for handles. Several frogs were intact. One lay on its back, arm laid across pudgy white belly as if snoozing after a meal. This is not the first time I’ve come across a scattering of dead frogs on my morning run. I craned my neck skyward but it looked perfectly clear, not a frog in sight, no plague moving in. I just hope the Christian Right never finds this place.
posted by caleb d. at 5:42 PM
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