SQUASHED FROG, YOU LOOK LIKE

An old photo struggling to
Become three-dimensional,
A balloon sculpture trying to
Realize its potential, a parade
Float punctured, abandoned,
And wondering what happened.

Little friend, nobody can pump
Or plump you back to jumping
Form, nor can your too-cold
Blood bubble back to life on
The unforgiving road. Pretend
You’re a leaf floating on water.