Bat Rabbit Fox Rabbit

Basketry, as Elvis said,

Is just how rock & roll works.

You take the broken pieces

Of another thrill and make

A brand new toy. It’s a brand

New day in a brand-obsessed

Era. You take the broken pieces

Of a genome, pass them on,

Of a suite of memories,

Of a season, a heat wave,

Dry lightning on the mesa.

A bat by waning moonlight,

Similar to other bats,

Although you will never be

Able to say exactly

How, exactly, they’re the same,

Flies by on the hunt for moths.

A jackrabbit runs the road.

A fox pauses in the brush

And looks over its shoulder.

Another rabbit, the same,

More or less, as the other.