Dust Bunnies after Easter
Breathe in green
Even under gray
A rainy day
Around here
After Easter
Which doesn’t change a thing
Doctrinally
And
Anyway
I rather like the gray
That let dust bunnies
Out
To play
Their chocolate cousins
Reigning free
The day before
Now chomped away so that
The versions made
Of crumbs and such
May have
Today
To play
And should the sun
Come out
Well
That’s all right
Dust bunnies will be tired
And will be ready
For the time
To nap
Inside cool shadows
(you know where they are)
Under
Things
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(thoughts on this day after Easter being a rainy day, no fooling)
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Dust Bunnies at Play
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When the winter sun is low
And everything on the floor
Is illuminated,
I spy
The dust bunnies come out to play
I say,
Hey, dust bunnies
Go back under things and behind things
Where I don’t know you’re there
They say,
No,
And don’t think to play with us
Your games are too tall and too hard
And I think they glare at me
And in their hearts
Have already gone back to play
Without me
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(my, this could be done with children and with gestures—low, lit up, bunnies, under, behind, play, tall, hard, glare, hearts, play (again), without me)
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Story of little bunny Peter that came across whole Italy:)
I don’t know this story
Do you?
I don’t recommend having a bunny
On the dashboard
Unless you’re parked
Or it’s navigating
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Anyone want to illustrate this story?
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Easter Saturday
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I think it might be
Easter Saturday
On someone’s calendar,
The week having begun,
You know,
With Easter Sunday
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But now the bunnies
That lay eggs
Must return to their
Warrens of marvels
While the quotidian battle over
How much chocolate
Resumes
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Many-colored eggshells
Will be swept away
With plastic grass
Found throughout the house
‘Til Christmas
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As for Easter in our hearts
I’m not sure what
To say:
I hope we have it
As a feeling and an impulse
That doesn’t have to be
The Christian way
But simply good
Like contentment sighs
At the end of day
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Before then,
Worn out from trafficking
In virtue—
Yes, I said it
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It exists
In certain texts of the past,
I know
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Better still, inside-outside
Now,
Which works out because
Now is what we have
And all we have
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Photo by Sandy Millar on Unsplash
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Quasi una Fantasia
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More gray skies—
I know the sun is healthier
But the gray doesn’t show
The dust bunnies in
Their warrens, which
Creatures I’ve
Discovered like to roam
The place at night,
Which is why there are
So many new signs
In the morning
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Like gray skies, I’ve come
To like dust bunnies;
They do not eat real carrots,
And the only thing
Like pellets is
More dust upon the floor
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Photo by Mattia Astorino on Unsplash
Riserva Naturale Torbiere del Sebino d’ Iseo, Corte Franca, Italia
I see you
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Too Good a Day
(not really)
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Blue and green
And black and brown,
All in their places
It’s a grand day—
Pretty as a picture,
Some might say,
Though I think it goes
The other way around;
The dust-bunnies
Could come out
To play except that
I would see them,
Which is the drawback:
The sun is good upon
The rugs, and I can see
Everything I should
Be picking up
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Photo by Mathew Schwartz on Unsplash
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The Tell
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Another dark day
Good for hiding dust
No doubt the motes are flying, still
Informing the dust bunnies
Where to warren
Why not dust cats or
Dust crocodiles, I do not know
But we may delight
In invisible inhabitants,
All the same
The pixies that our cultures tell us
Do and don’t exist
The magic inside
Each of our stories, especially
Once shared
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Pull up some chairs, the four of us
Let’s play some cards
And, please, let’s talk
It isn’t tourney play, you know
Let’s show something of
Ourselves besides
The tells
We don’t think we have
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photo by The New York Public Library on Unsplash
playing cards in a bar-room near Reserve, Louisiana
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