the hills (pt I)

the hills
are not gently rolling
as much
as haphazardly clinging
for all they are worth
which would be more
if they had deposits
of precious minerals
hidden within

she was one such hill
the latter
rather than
the former
haphazardly clinging
unbeknownst to any
she was
far more preciously laden
than the rest

the rabbit (pt II)

he was born

in the year of the rabbit

except
for a twitchy nose

the resemblance
was passing
at best

basin (pt III)

she was lying
on the patchy grass
of the too warm winter day
staring up
at the dark clouds
pondering rain

the sky is a basin
and the earth is a stone
together
they hum out a fancy tune
she sang softly to herself
a bit of nonsense
to wile away the time

where he pisses against a tree in silence (pt IV)

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first meeting (pt V)

he went for a stroll
to clear his twitchy head
listening to music
watching the sky
unhappy
on this too warm winter day

he didn’t even see her leg
as he tripped over it
and
took a tumble
rolling down
the rolling hill
his arms flailing
his umbrella flying

first glance (pt VI)

she stared at him
frozen in place
unsure of his twitchy face
but deciding
he was remarkably rabbit like
not in appearance
but in spirit

he stared back
thinking
she looked
precious indeed

umbrella (pt VII)

the sky
chose that moment
to open
and
let loose a squalling piss
of its own

he casually opened his umbrella
and
offered her his hand
together
they huddled beneath
and
made their way
back to their cars