Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Contemplating Frogs in Pots

Contemplating Frogs in Pots

Just put them in lukewarm water,
they say.
Gradually turn up the heat.
They won't try to get out.
They will just float there
and cook.

I think about this.
As the water gets hotter,
surely there will be signs
of distress.
I imagine there would at least be a whimper.
At even the smallest whimper,
I'd grab them off the stove,
rush them outside,
release their bumpy green butts
back into the mossy grass goodness
into the cool.
Hop along, little buddies,
I didn't mean it.

How could they be dumb enough
to float there, cooking,
to not recognize that it's getting hotter?
But some deny global warming,
And some still grease up lily pale skin
and go to bake in the sun.

I start off with lukewarm water,
add myself, a bottle of wine,
a book of poems.
I use my toe to gradually turn the heat up,
and I wonder:
If the water tank was big enough,
and the water could get hot enough,
would I stay in their long enough,
to cook without knowing?

Cooking with wine can be dangerous.
I've fallen asleep in the bath before.
The cold water up to my neck,
my head bobbing to the side.
He noticed I wasn't in bed,
and came and pulled me out
just in time.
He's done this at least twice in 20 years.

Could frogs be dumb enough
to hang out in dangerous waters
and remain mellow as they float
toward their death?
I guess the answer is


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