soft about the moss this wild fern uncurls ever so gently where a rabbit is born king of nervous things.
if crocuses in the dirty snow made you cry & remember things… those things you remembered, that is my name i am the rabbit.
if they kept you a prize on their laps, if they crushed your ribs with their weird love, if you cried at night in your cage then you know my name i am the rabbit.
if you were hunted but walked into meadows to feel the blue of the sky at the price of your life then you know my name i am the rabbit.
if you make love with one eye on every leaf that moves then you know my name i am the rabbit.
if she had only two weeks to live, she would look you straight in the eye & say “I have only two weeks to live.”
she knows life is no great shakes. she never clung to it, it clung to her. she loved you. she wasn’t afraid.
when you were cruel, she lowered her eyes till you said something nice. when you lied, she blushed a little & looked out the window.
she trusted you. knowing you were not as good as you seemed. she was often bored. always rightly so, her silence had no fear in it. her silence was right.
she expected nothing but craziness from us all. when we were sweet, she liked us. when we landed on the moon she laughed. when we killed the earth she just smiled a little & died with it.
if you need a thousand years of peace before you will ever trust this world again, then you know my name i am the rabbit.
if you were quiet once & that was your poem then you know my name i am the rabbit.
i waited for you to fall in love with someone else to get tired of my difficult ways to tell me finally, i’m leaving you, you’re hopeless but you didn’t & now i’m faced with the biggest terror of my life, knowing i am enough even at my worst for you to love me all your life.
if you were talking about yourself & someone was looking deep into your eyes & their smile made you stop talking & you blushed but did not look down & said i love you & tears came to your eyes, then you know my name i am the rabbit.
if you didn’t love someone less because they loved you then you know my name i am the rabbit.
the snow is down soft as cream upon the land the sky is white the sun is disappeared only the trees to make our love song the bird-abandoned trees fingering the wind
i’m breaking up the snow as i am walking i play the Bach bouree as i pass your way wondering as i walk what makes your dreams now you’re dead irene that’s all there is to it, & there’s no one to be proud of lately how i’ve changed.
o dazzling spring soon the breaking bulbs the air is cold your sheets are wrung & hung & flapping wet into the my face here comes the wind streams, smelling of the caves, the corners of her body. how i love the earth…
open up your doors the skies the windows of the parks & museum & in the Renoir hallways i will meet a love with a raincoat on her arm but i will not be the man you used to know. the snow is melted now our tracks are no more real than we were…
& so goodbye irene. & goodbye joe