Wild Rabbits by Doug Hiser All I ever did, all I remember, was silently walking by the dark water Dreaming of a pretty girl Dreaming of chasing wild rabbits Dreaming of secretly spotting something suspiciously rare All I came away with was the empty cold air I wanted to fall desperately in chaotic raging insane love Like the movies, like those books I read, Like those people I saw holding hands at the zoo Like the girls and boys in the back seat of the school bus Like the way poets dreamed I remember sixteen, I remember blond hair as soft as rabbit fur I sat far out in the cow pasture, in thistles, hiding my tears from the callous wind Dreaming of sleek wolves and luscious blackberries, Dreaming of sitting in an ancient cypress tree by the bayou Dangling feet in cool green water Dragonfly landing on the slender reeds My dreaming recedes Now I can taste the memory of the past A flicker of magic, a faded silhouette of soft skin and searing kisses Over and over again, I fall over the cliff into those memories A dream of pretty girls with innocence wrapped around their hearts I walked along the willow path The river flowing like black ominous sadness I remember her whispers Her soft cheek against mine Secretive elusive wild rabbit Fleeting glimpse into my hollow past Innocence slipping through my fingers like mist
Posted on: Thu, 11 Jul 2013 03:23:45 +0000
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