Tonight's Poet Corner: Frogs and Cheese

Frogs and Cheese
by Belinda Roddie

Feeding frogs brie
by the sticky sliver outside,
where the bayou breeze
tickled my nose just right,

I thought I saw the moon
furrowing its rocky brow at me.
Which I suppose could make sense,
if, well, it was actually made of
coagulated artisan dairy.

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