One morning—for a blink—a black rabbit
forages in downtown Seattle. I witness,
grin—the rabbit knows shortcuts
As February nears, poetry returns. This one is from one of Port Angeles’ finest, Jerry Kraft.
Bottle neck of beauty rolling up the
yellow-tiled tunnel to the express lane.
I do not want to be
remembered for my urine.
In this I differ from
the chowchow and Welsh corgi
who yearn to soak the earth…