Night Shift

A symphony of groaning frogs greets my arrival

as I step through the damp night.

I peer over the top level of the parking garage

searching for a creek or marsh to explain

this daily midnight oddity

but find no answers.


Soon, tired glances betraying hearts of gold

will cling to the consolation of the hippocratic oath.

The humdrum of beeping IVs barely background noise

to the pallid night of ribbiting frogs nowhere to be found.


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