the air leeches the moisture from my skin
and my eyes burn in this attempt
at paradise in the desert
rabbits emerge from bushes long enough
to catch a glimpse of us then retreat
a white cotton flash to their kin
i step on sidewalks not the rust red earth
water sprays from sprinklers
and i wonder about the green when i come
from a land of drought
the wind stings my eyes
a lone rabbit–maybe the smallest of them all
has no fear
and for her i am afraid
Words and Feathers 
Rabbits are badasses. Are you in Arizona now?
Yes, we got here yesterday. My wife has an art workshop.
A man who supports his wife is the sexiest! Have fun💋