Monday, February 25, 2008


just under the slate gray daybreak
a crunch of gravel turns my head
towards the path I spy walkers
fully wind suited and waving arms they giggle and
rapidly ambulate
burning calories
swivle hipped they step through a rabbit warren
stomping across the babies
hearing tiny screams they stop,
bend over
and realize their crime
uncertain they shriek, hands spread,clasping their sweating cheeks
with $100 sneaker footed delicacy they kick dirt over the quivering mounds

next year they will say, "Remember that one morning we walked through the rabbits?" and they might shudder in rememberence

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