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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