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cotton tail

A rabbit is leaping about in me,

now in my heart, now in my throat.

 

This rabbit is the moon rabbit,

and she is covered in blue, white fur.

 

The rabbit tells me summer

is finished and  harvest is next.

 

The sound of her little forest feet

is like the beating of my heart.

 

Sojourner rabbit,

moves like the wild grape vine,

travels in a zig zag  rythm.

 

So soon, the dusty grape

takes precedence over the berry,

 

Meanwhile the troubled salmon

bumps his anxious nose

along the narrow drying stream

near the bunny’s retreat,

and remembers the deep pool

bowed over by hazel nuts,

which has called out his spiral return.

 

poetry: Sarah Fuhro

photography: Robert Fuhro

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