i don’t remember so i imagine how when every spring they would at last, tails absorbed into their wriggling bodies become frogs. how my face must have looked to them seen shimmering through the water looking down, round and backlit by sun, how it might have looked like the moon to them. how i might have said in my young voice something perhaps like well you’re free now, so.

so.

how might it have seemed to them, a flat blue circular world then suddenly a rush of water and tilting into green, i imagine all of us wondering what now, what next.

though i knew what would happen with them i was still somehow surprised each spring when it did.

some of them did not make it, and their little bodies lay crisp and motionless on the sidewalk where confused (i imagine) they failed to find shelter in this new dry place.