Hares
Angela Ball
Not mine but I'll take some—
not too much,

just part. Not the best part—
it could be best, though,

no way
of knowing, I'll take

just the blue part,
the part that includes
a cantilever bridge,

or maybe the brown part that includes
a horse's halter, I'll take the part

that is cream and gray, like the mushroom
in my path, maybe the roughed-up

part, teeth marks on it,
dragged from a dank cellar,
the part that has deliquesced,

the part just painted
to resemble a mouse, the part vaccinated
by flood, the part

that has rubbed
against roses. The part with dropsy. The part

that flusters some, that flusters no one.
The part that brandishes endorphins,

the part that returned to life, sorely
inconveniencing the staff, the part that knows

whereof it speaks, the part that waits longest
with no coffee, no chips, no cigarettes, the part

that locks my gaze, asks my pity,
rests close against me,

watches with me as two hares begin boxing
in the solemnity of dawn.
from the journal PARIS REVIEW
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I think of the boxing match at the end of the poem as ceremonial--merely an obligation of the mating season that will not culminate in death. I doubt any of this is zoologically accurate, but I'm in no hurry to check.

Angela Ball on "Hares"
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