Poet’s Showcase
Whipping Frogs
By Dan McCarthy
My sons play warring in the morning
on the patch of dead grass,
burnt by the fertilizer.
The younger one invents
and organizes armies
as fast as the other can wipe them out,
so many letters home
to renting widows. I watch them
from my bedroom window.
My wife behind me’
she sleeps more these summer days.
The elder says,
“Let’s whip frogs against rocks.”
I watch them crawl toward the swamp.
– Dan McCarthy lives in Lawrence.