Thursday, March 5, 2020

George Anderson writes

The Rabbit
I flick
my right foot out violently
in bed
of a brown & white rabbit
trying to sneak past me
into the backyard
& I solidly connect
with my wife’s shin
who is sleeping beside me.
“What’s the hell’s wrong with you!” she yells.
“Nothing but I think I just got that rabbit you were after."

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