Why the Frogs Croak

by | May 6, 2014 | Poetry

At night Sofia likes to keep the sliding-doors
open so she can hear the frogs. The house,
one story, shares a landscape of trees and
fields and it’s a rainy season if the pond has
water in July. Tonight, as Sofia undresses,
the frogs are louder and louder. By the time
she’s naked their croaking has brought her to
the screen door, but when she open the curtains,
silence. They start up again once I’m asleep.

 

 

 

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About The Author

Geordie Edel

My name is Geordie Edel. I live in East Harlem, New York with my brother, his dog, his fish and his loud guitars. Although this arrangement is, for the most part, lovely, I often go north to enjoy hills, open space and horses grazing. I have been published by Chronogram, BigCityLit and now Atticus Review.