Edit Your Poetry If You Dare

One poet’s struggle

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Try throwing

much muster at an idea —

thousands of frog bodies rain down

on your fallow fiefdom.

You want to say,

the spring rains rained

frogs claim the sky

spattering on pavement

bouncing, meaty splats

unappetizing, especially before your meal

it’ll be pitiful soup from a can, again.