Rabbit and the Years

In one hand, Rabbit carried a handful of water. 
In two hands, Rabbit carried the handful of water.

If he could have, if he’d had three hands, 
Rabbit would have carried his basket of wildflowers also.
But Rabbit was shoulder high in the wild grass,
and the wild grass was being loud. 

The grass’s noise made the wildflowers heavy. 
Too heavy for a rabbit, he thought.

He tried to lift the basket’s handle in his pink rabbit mouth,
At this, all of his birthdays laughed.

He tried to lift the basket’s handle with his strong rabbit teeth.
His teeth cracked like a bottle in a barfight. 

Rabbit in a wild grass full of Night’s long noises. 
Rabbit in a thicket holding water with two hands. 
Rabbit with his basket of heavy flowers
with broken teeth, with time laughing, 
laughing with its charred face, its burnt voice,
wishing he had three hands.