Joey said a tree frog had camped out on his rain barrel

before he went to the beach that still was there

when he returned. I bent over noticing

she must have been laying eggs all the while.

Mom comes with books,

a Field Guide to Fossils, Ape Man,

several bottled in her head

like the tadpoles swimming towards that tiny hole.

Maybe it will rain and rain

and when they grow bigger the frogs will hop out

in a single file line

and maybe, just maybe Mom will write a book.