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A Hole Like a Rabbit


by Darryl Price


It's not weird, but it is a little sad, in 
a faded blue and frayed sky kind of way. No 
one was saved from anything. Whatever it is, it came 
after us with relentless energy. It overcame us on the 
trail many times, leaving us bruised and torn to pieces; 
but here I am, sitting alone on a park bench, 

on top of a strange, but familiar hill.  Every single 
second of my life was leading me to this hollowed 
out moment. I figure there's no point in being tired 
of all the loneliness. I fell into a hole like 
a rabbit with a broken foot. I don't even know 
how I got there. Maybe ask my broken heart. And
 
I suppose everything pushed me along with everything else. Memories 
are just like photographs--they don't tell the whole story. 
They leave out many of the most important parts. This 
is not a complaint on my behalf. But if there's 
anyone listening, perhaps we could do with a little less 
sorrow along the way? For the others. I realize it's 

way too late for me. My friends are gone far 
away. The past is living in a cardboard box in 
an attic in some lost town. It's amazing what some 
people have had to endure. Can't we help them? I 
know. I'm one to talk, sitting here on my park 
bench, shivering in the cold sunshine. I don't need your 

help, thanks. What I need is a warmer coat. Once 
upon a time, I would have said, a loving pair 
of arms holding me closer. I'm beyond that now. The 
hard park bench should have told you that much. This 
is where I landed. And, you know, it fits me 
just fine. Although I wish I had my little dog 

here with me, for the windy, hair-blowing company of it 
all. Anyway, I thought you might like to know where 
I ended up today of all days. We had an 
interesting bit of wild adventure together, didn't we? I really 
enjoyed it, even the mad parts. I've never really been 
very good at this next part. I wave. Wink out.
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