The wild rabbit
The wild rabbit and the water rat
wait for me
wait -
before the rustle into shadows,
the under.
I am silent.
The see-through me hovers in
that secret country plain
where small creatures pause -
leaving fear in the earth
for five of my heartbeats.
Why are you rushing, really?
When human footsteps
scare away the living soft,
the underbelly
of what you call
good for your soul
on other days.
LJ Ireton 2024.
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