as he peered with slit eyes from
cucumber vines I was awashed
with the thought, "this may be
the last time we ever encounter."
swiftly, a feeling, I've begun to know
same as when I watched the game
and saw there were children whose
parents take their kids to basketball
and the mascot hands out teddy bears
and it's joy so unbearable thru the screen
it only leads to tears because that means
there are kids with parents who don't.
wipe my tears away, front-to-back, for
I am neither bunny nor child, but
these are my cucumber vines. for now.
plants and wildlife stay with the house.
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