because it seeks the basement's heat.
I say it comes into our yard
because it knows it's safe.
Reason or mystery?
I say I can't believe in god
yet look for signs at every turn.
He says he preached a sermon
once at a church in Nebraska
when his friend, the priest,
was out of town:
The lesson here in our story
today is love one another.
I can't say I know what that means.
He says he knows but keeps
his mouth shut, gets in his car
and drives off, shopping.
I stay home and pet the cats,
nostalgic for what has never happened.
The rabbit that seeks the side
of our house in winter
sleeps sometimes in our yard,
sometimes in the neighbor's.
He says he leaves carrots and lettuce
at the back door in case
the rabbit needs them in the night.
I say, when friends ask,
that he sleeps in the extra bed
because he's comfortable
nearer a window,
where he can keep his eye
on the back yard,
where the rabbit sleeps,
where our door opens out
onto the small, fenced world
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