the winter anthology
Vol. 6
Sara Deniz Akant
a whild rabbit
what he caught
is it a part of space. is it a gorse
in the glare of its own
lace-pattern, touching things
to discover them—to keep
with its tame and
to keep with its living—
no. it is not a part of space.
it is a ghost in the glare
and its going somewhere else—