it began with the rabbit
or with cutting down the shrub
roots bound in clay earthworms somehow
nourishing leafbud wet-scent soil
or with the motionless toad or
single butterfly plum-blossom hunting
with seedling kale chewed to the nub!
hyacinths’ sloped shoulders concentrating
rain-perfume or it began with
dog quivering the sudden storm
muscles smooth-bunched mud-grass torn
with instinct the terror scream
and now the rabbit
smaller than my two palms together
unforgiven for greengarden theft yet how
our hearts all race to collision
fruitless attempts to separate
life-sharp soft spring air
Title inspired by this article from NPR.
I love the title and the poem! Especially this: “our hearts all race to collision
fruitless attempts to separate
life-sharp soft spring air” ***
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Thank you.
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Sometimes those networks lose their invisibility and we become tangled in amazement. Spring is definitely a catalyst. (K)
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“tangled in amazement”–perfect
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Lovely and poignant.
I love the interconnections, the multiple beginnings–because where indeed does it begin, or end?
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🙂 I felt like I could keep rearranging the lines, and it would make just as much sense (which may not be saying much…)
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Sometimes it works that way. 🙂
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I do love the form here, the happy rush and confusion. Very nice.
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Thank you! This one did kind of gush out.
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