Moved the jackrabbit
from the road, laid her under
a bush. Land of little
shade, we do what we can.
One sport is crying while driving.
Another the daffodil light.
All the mornings I’ve found you,
I’m just eating a sandwich with Sarah,
when the wind picks up, and her hair
crucial, planet. Night running off
with itself. Away
from your star. So soft
is the fur
of the currently—
Copyright © 2016 by Louise Mathias. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on January 15, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.