Through

I went chasing chase red paper rabbits
But I found myself digging through trash
And while the curved pines beckoned “here love”
I was numb in some swirling morass
Piano keys played with my wiring
But my power plug sparked, flamed, and blew
Then a robin he looked, crooked, and listened
And my nature found nothing to lose
So I set back out hunting for cutouts
Life taped strange to black window panes
And the rabbits, and pines, and spring robins
Gave me Looking-Glass bravery again

-me

~ by April on April 7, 2020.

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