The Brown Rabbit

The Brown Rabbit

The brown rabbit,
as still as stone,
squat in a grass
where daisies loiter

and dragonflies zip,
knitting heat to the air,
casts her shadow
over the old gnome,

wrinkled and worried,
who’s forgotten the path home:
under the mushrooms,
over the rock

greened with moss,
scraped by rain
and time’s craggy complextion.

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