frogs strive

In the vessel of disorder the frogs strive,

(My first line from the Instant Muse Poetry Generator)

first spring peepers strive
to mate? too late? no luck?
loud racket in the woods
last Monday night 3/13 in Darien
(earlier than last year when
mom says they started on the 26th)

Darien is not a vessel of disorder
unless you have a different
way of looking at things
but swamps do persist in our
suburban neighborhoods
in me these early peepers
brought forth more concerns
of global warming than any joy
that spring would sprout here soon,
indeed the past week has been
entirely raw and windy winter
even nature’s soundbank poisoned
stewing in the vessel of my brainpan

frogs strive
yes they do
in our vessel
of destruction
calling with
incessant
practical
imperative
hear me
here me
I am here