Yet another poem about coming home to croaking frogs

yet another poem about coming home to croaking frogs

i try to make the titles turn out to be better poems, than the poems they precede. like how the chorusing (turn your nouns into verbs for maximum effect) the chorusing frogs, and toads, and crickets. (the chorusing miasma) like how they flood my head with pond water when I step out of my car to go in, (the reverb is reverberating) having driven home through skyscrapers, and granite blocks, and freeway veins, (the chorusing c...