Like So Many Rabbits
LIKE SO MANY RABBITS Instinctive, even, this knowledge that most of what we push into the world won’t make it far—hence our penchant to stash them away in a thatch of tall grass or beneath a pallet leaned against the side of a white house. And usually we’re right, our heart- work carried off squeaking into the night in the clutch of indifferent claws. But sometimes, as evidenced by the abundance littering the field this evening, we’re wrong, and something we made somehow slipped away beyond even the suffocating grip of our most protective instincts, in the fertile dark of some untrampled forest went on making, making, making