Not A Rabbit Poem by RIC BASTASA

The end
tempts us: there's got to be
a carrot

the owner of the carrots
has one thing for us to do:
unmask a body
undress a face
walk barefoot on the shore
or if you have the same lasting faith
walk on the surface of the river


more carrots will be given
if you fly endlessly in air
or go beyond the frames of space

the list of what to do and how to do it
is not impossible
i am consoled
i have no more time for all these

in that corner i bring my chisel
and begin to carve it in one of those stones

i am not a rabbit. sorry.