Hare poem

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This evening
because the moon is low
we understand Hare
'You!' he shouts
with his sing-song voice
louder than you might imagine
'Yes, you, two-legs
Fuck off out of my poem!'

Published by colinhopkirk

Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.

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