Nooks for Rabbits

I can’t contain myself, your colors blinking,

You can’t sustain yourself, resorting to winking,

Strangers find it awfully endearing,

I bring it up, attempts to talk, prefaced with your throat clearing

Along the park pathway, nooks for rabbits emerge,

Or rather, they always presented themselves,

The experience of my eyes were unlearned,

Always glass half empty, still break my world in thirds,

Find towering sources of shade when I feel unwell,

Circle such pleasant spheres until my eyes’ palette begins to swirl

There is no greater pride, than a sober Tuesday evening,

9:30 rolls around, deep in passion, in work

Confidence swirls around my skin,

A snake that tickles from my toes to my fingers end.

Michael Carney