A hollow place

Photo from summer 2019 outside the bedroom window.

hare2

There were hares here once
always
I saw them run
but even hares
can’t run faster
than bullets.

This meadow so full of bees
and budding flowers hedged
by wild plum in wild white blossom
is an empty place

without the dash
the mad race
the midday moonlit dancing
of spring hares.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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