About the time frogs start croaking with
Spring rise and egrets return,
turtles cross our roads.
They don't obey our signs.
I never met one who didn't
J-walk or steal fish.
Hard to imagine how some pre-
modern cultures considered them
harbingers from a sacred world.
I always swerve to miss them
though can't seem to shake their
mangled bodies wavering my center line.
Cary Griffith has published several poems in various
print and online publications, including The Adirondack Review,
the Red River Review, and The Fairfield Review. He studied
poetry writing with Tess Gallagher a very long time ago, as
an undergraduate at the University of Iowa.