How hen makes
the summer pass, she
smiles as so many times before.
Forgets old wounds and sorrows, yes
forgets string that is supposed to hold
her pants up, but not sister swallow
and brother trough – or be tired,
rest on the food
or sing for sun-cats that
with dazzling hearts long
for new fields
and invisible bread in invisible cottage.
—Is now pregnant
with bunny rabbit.