Not that New York

My neighbor’s goat suns atop smooth stones,
a barrel-chested deity inhaling the sky
Not the Brooklyn sky I’ve smuggled to this gingham village
in a plain brown bag to snort like a glue addict:
Curry and porn     The dog walker’s tangled pets
But this New York, upstate New York with its
papery, peppery hornet’s nest     Funk of exhaled algae
And frogs
Not goitered pet shop frogs
dismal in their filmy tanks
But vast conventions of frogs     Great lollapaloozas
of frogs bleating like a million homesick mini-goats:
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home