a dark burrow on a country trip:
a wet cave cannoned
into the hillside with the
soft, slow fists
of frantic
rabbits¯
a black hole
cut into turf,
where stars careen
or waft
to die, become eggs
to morph in a mother,
then
spill¯to live a life
of running, spilling
all over meadows & gardens!,
their eyes the dyed-red eggs
of black holes.
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