Frog Song

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Mount Iliamna
Mount Iliamna, Alaska


Before the summer frog song sounded once,
before the dry adobe settled on the wind,
the moon spread silver streaks
across a black, black sea.

The water swelled, ebbed and waned;
the tides claimed one frail shell
and rocked it, worked it
to the ocean floor.

Imbedded, it lay captured
till the mountains shook and burst
from underground; pounding water
churned the shell to grains
too small, too many to be named.

The sea floor, naked, baked and
cracked dry clay —
wind, wind, carried it away.

Hush now. Hear what summer song frogs say.
I loved you before these things occurred.

C 2015 Mary A. Schultz, all rights reserved