"As of Yet"

Aaron Foss


As of yet
Nothing has changed
The cattails still crave air
Bobbing with no less resistance to the sound of wake
If bored they become
With the songs of frogs
What else is there to hear?
Distant droning comes to them
Not to the shell, but through them
Reverberating with shimmering glory
Until a pop, thrashing to complete stillness
And all is silent
But for the frogs
A dreadful noise they make
Maddening the unfeeling, though unflinching
Stay and take the pain
For the same air that blows free the dandelion seed
Is the same that tears dwelling from foundation
And flings all things that we love
With so little care for the effort we strove for
Same air the world over
Shared by so many sets of lungs
Carries the sound of frogs
And has seen everything there is to see
Details long missed and seen a thousand times
The frogs speak in the past tense
For I the wind blow west again
Seeing everything as it blows
But though the wind sees everything
It can't tell what it knows


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