PROMISES

Before the hare, before the chase,
before the twisted dream,
there was a hole, its site disguised,
its endpoint undisclosed.

Was it pure youth
that made her trust the flask and drink,
despite the waistcoat, watch,
and steep descent?
A rabbit’s warning cry?

Too late, I see, too late.

How soon until we wake?

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