7/09/2013

Jagged Jaw

There again, a troublesome trap
buried under leaves, things we said 
hidden meanings.  

Which limb or structure snaps
when captured?

The neck or throat most vulnerable;
ironic, the most destructive.

Whose words will change the course,
the hunt, the heavy silence which brings
awareness to its peak?  A mandatory
waiting.  A type of kidnapping, 

a tight but necessary hold.

The good samaritan who finds us,
turns the key-   releasing.  Screaming
run rabbit, run.

A broken leg is not the soul.
A gaping wound may heal eventually.
Then with distance like a tail,

lie still and free and listening.

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