Garden Bridge

Ivy grows up through the boards
of the garden bridge.

A rabbit runs across the bridge
and stops in front of me.

We stare at each other,
waiting to see who will move first.

The next morning I am not there
and the rabbit doesn’t stop.

6 responses to “Garden Bridge

  1. A Zen poem on impermanence becoming signless insight. A very good poem.

  2. Refreshing. Like the greens piled up at the farmer’s market.

  3. This made me smile. There’s a certain charm and simplicity, but it has me on a hook: how does the speaker know that the rabbit doesn’t stop? And also, what’s the significance of the bridge, and of the ivy? Love it!

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