Rabbit Girl

Posted: October 22, 1992 in Poetry
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wet rabbit girl,
where do you go?
know puzzle piece fits you
and my rainbow glasses miss you
when you’re gone so long.

private poetry
to roll in and chew
– a mouthful of wet paper,
foam caught on a branch
in a river.

I stand as a boy
with both hands
up and out, offering you
my heart
with hopeful eyes.

if not, I’ll go home.

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