B. J. Buckley

Nearly monochrome –
the sidewalks, the pavement,
mute walls of empty
houses, sky.
Then a little after lunch time
the sun came out,
instant and sudden,
glorious.
The world changed.
Not very much –
but two rabbits
emerged from beneath
the neighbor’s back deck
to ring rosy around
the trunk
of the cottonwood,
to stop on a dime
with their elegant ears
alert and their noses
twitching,
to drop back quietly
into their bodies,
warm soft shadows
in the dun grass.