The Poet Hare in Mid–Air

by Joseph Stanton

We go out on these limbs,

bent and twisted turns of phrase,

fearful that we might fall

or be suspended in our animation—

like the cartoon branch that keeps Bugs Bunny in mid–air

while Elmer, saw in hand, and the rest of the world

fall impossibly away;

but—even when the world falls away—

the writing must go on, somehow,

a bridge we build in front of us, and behind,

one step at a time.