poem, poetry, Uncategorized

running

i came upon the absurdity
as a hedge at the back of the park
i could think of nothing else
but to rub upon it and depart

i came upon the absurdity
in the severed corner of an old brick wall
i could think of nothing else
but to lick the composite stark

and suddenly the absurdity fled like a rabbit
between my husband’s eyes
where time had burrowed and
love was good enough
for about a moment more

i came to it in a book
and nearly caught its hind
caked in mud and running
for its life

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