A Thursday in June
(I’m thinking of revisions and reviving)
Years ago a baby rabbit
Brought limp and dead by a proud cat
came back to life in front of me
And Sunday
Still crispy with a cutting cold
Like the air has sucked
miles through
Dark, deep caves
For miles under a great mountain
Heavy with cold granite
Slanted like Egyptian toes

A flute is playing a familiar intro
“Can’t you see… can’t you see?”
What that supermoon in Sagittarius
is doing to me…
Life is beginning again
-in the middle
We are partway down
A path of miracles
A playful paw is lifted
and the air rushes in once again