The rabbit hole rolls
away with the earthquake -

with the children
who howl iridescent
at the sun as it scraps
its way along the countertop,
crawling through the tap
water, we stand at the
sink, centered, deep in
kiss yet out of the corner
of our eyelids the shiver
of movement attacks, and
the rabbit skims the
yard line before the greenwood,

before uncles and fathers
arrive to separate and distinguish
us from the young lovers
we set ourselves out to be.

The rabbit fades out of
fight, as scared creatures
often tend to do when
hunters catch them in their