Rabbit (First Published in Denver Quarterly)
My rabbit won’t fetch
balls of any size
its red eyes follow
their green parabolic curves
till their fated plummets
Hidden like a dandelion
in tides of high grass
my rabbit, a well-positioned
prey watches golden retrievers
yipping with hot fervor
chasing after green orbs
tossed far by their humans
their repetitive and futile
rituals of long-lost huntsmanship
With two ears jutting
like unsheathed knives
of permanent sorrow
My rabbit stands
on its hind legs
like an Athenian warrior
unarmored
& refuses to fetch
