White
Rabbit
Look now how the green trembles
sand twig leaf and bits of fur join
take appearance in the shade
out of the shapeless sunlight
There he winks alive and rambles
in full to begin another journey
unnoticed into worlds unseen
under trellis through an old gate
on a sprung hinge a child left open
There is nothing commonplace
beneath the surface of things
shadowy design tumbles nearby
hidden by lawn, hedge, and tree
Totems and spirits send summons
glimpses of motion beckon
calls and whistles lead on ahead
mild things inform reshaped truths
down the rabbit hole
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