Believing

.
in the undergrowth of an
eastern woods a rabbit
not much bigger than a squirrel believes
there’s an eater in the overgrowth

—it feels him everywhere
and stops, still, still
—it waits as if its clock had quit
more rock that hare, no twitch

believing in suddenness
it sees in every everywhere
what its cells perceive
what it knows is there
what it must never
unbelieve
.

by Jim Culleny
8/28/11

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