5 years ago. March 9, 2019 at 4:59 AM
You walked away, sadly
After handing me a frog
Wearing half a tuxedo
No pants
You. Not the frog.
Then we rode.
My mother drove.
I gazed at you
From the backseat
Musing about a show
We stopped along the way
To look at a house
An alley of grass
And rusted out
Antique cars
Full of bees
Three queens landed
On my face
The threat was there
But no stings
They stayed.
You stayed.
I don’t know
What happened to the frog.
🦊🐺
