Small brown rabbit hurries
past sweet-scented pink & orange petals,
a clump of bushes....blue bird emerges, perched on a tree's highest
a carved wooden post,
testing its arcane symbols for nectar.
Are they confused?
We paper over our wisdom with yellowing texts, ear-whispered
and cheerfully sung hymns.
Across the street
a family strolls, their young son is leading a baby
elephant on a leash,
prodding it to walk faster. I am appalled, nauseous, but
don’t know what to do. I see a
nun, and think of asking her to help rescue the baby. But
she turns, and scurries away.
When Venus rises her
phosphorescent beauty doesn't meet the eye;
walks runs flies in the opposite direction.