Chasing Rabbits Poem by Charlotte Ballard

The ashes where the
Ferns grow wet
Comes a perfumed child, bows untied, yet
Creeps, and leaps and carries a frog
Inside a coveroverall
Button up,
Here and here
Petey needs a carrot, and so does Doral
A pregnancy test shows a doubled stripped line
Churned beneath a frosted breath
A flash of white, of litmus, of lime
Greedy women yell 'push, push'
Slim lines refuse the lie.
A cry in the darkness, lights flash on.
A rabbit chase, a rabbit chase is on.