If they follow the news from LA, the toads will come
Jean Janicke
Miyawaki’s map reminds me
of the stairstep snapshots
in our new Easter outfits,
my brother the shrubs,
middle sister understory,
and I am canopy.
When the stream ran dry in August, dreams
of a pond peeping wit tree frogs plumed
like wildfire smoke seen from the screened porch.
In LA toads clambered over concrete, traversed trails
to reach refuge in 1,000 square feet. Here, where invasive vines
once twined the slope behind the woodshed, the bare red Virginia
clay, stripped of thorny finery, could don a fibrous coconut husk coat,
tendrils of a capsule of Shenandoah trees anchor in close quarters,
pinned coordinates in a tiny forest.
Jean Janicke is an economist and writer living in Washington, DC. Her work has appeared in Rabbit, Out There, and Last Stanza.