Yellowstone
A perspective on crisis, locality, and our control over whatever is going on.
He saw the sign on my Jeep Emergency Communications Peered at me and whispered What do you know about Yellowstone? His eyes flared with fear And a tiny hint of orgasm. Yellowstone? You mean bears, buffalo Old Faithful? Yeah, that's it! His eyes widened. That big cauldera up there. Oh, that. Yeah … Well, we're on the very edge of it We'll get the dust, but If you really want to live in fear, You'd better worry about Mammoth And Mount Shasta We're sitting in between them They're dormant right now But they're waking up these days. I didn't think his eyes could get any bigger. So I said, I heard the frogs last night Singing their little hearts out Hey baby, here I am Let's get it on! He shook his head as if he'd suffered Whiplash. Yeah, they were singing for all they're worth Makin' hey while they can Couple years ago, they all froze In a late snowstorm The whole pond went silent Not a croak or a buzz all summer. But hey, they're back! Like Jesus Christ They rose from the mud By the hundreds A friggin' Tabernacle Choir of lust. Filling all their sweet time with love Well, I gotta go, have a nice day.
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I really love the image of the resurrection of frogs in the spring. Put a smile on my face.
"His eyes flared with fear / And a tiny hint of orgasm." oh, ick!
I love it that you (?) kept the narrative of his weirdness going, by tossing in a few frogs.... before you walked away. Kind of you. Or perverse? ( I didn't really understand this piece, Sue, but that rarely stops me. I can invent my own meaning. ha ha ha )