No thing above me

Haven’t seen hide nor hair of the rabbit
it ran here with the last orange light
I sat the night behind closed eyes
ears awake to the rustling below

Now from ink to blues and lighter
quiet those maddening things that move under water and leaf
… filling cold air with their noise

I wait to see the one I savor
no doubt in me to the end
if not this one then another

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