after William Carlos Williams
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The vastness of the sky
is not something for me,
or for what I make of it.
I’m simply too invested in
those bunny-shaped clouds
to ever renounce my faith
in Frith, nor his ability
to see into my burrow.
I should tell you a story:
it is set in a thicket around
two hours after midnight,
where a thousand winds
scattered a rabbit warren
to all ends of the sky
until the fields resembled
the thinness of rain.
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