last night the rabbits were dancing

down the street, they were seen to be

dancing, white in the whiteness of night

in december, in amiskwaciy waskahigan

last night, the rabbits were prancing

all prosperous, fat and assured

with their street smarts, claiming here

a lawn, there a park, this bit of boulevard

you may wish to debate whether they know

this social moment, and raise flags in explicit

response, or whether they simply (simply?) dance continuous

with their pulse, in the ever-perilous now

this much i can say: last night, on our street

under streetlight and moonlight and snowlight

near  solstice, in amiskwaciy waskahigan

white and alive, rabbits danced.

all our relations

ams

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