A rabbit bounds in the path of a blind woman I know
she is beautiful,
straight hazelnut hair,
glowing with polyurethane shine in the moon,
taut stout legs, coiled with the tension
of a match on the brink of ignition
I wish they could see one another,
meet eyes and acknowledge,
so this is what you are
Instead, they feel their minute vibrations
over the sere earth
honed with a dancer’s precision
for a transient world