The Rabbit
A fox will chase a coney,
A wolf will chase a hare,
But dogs will chase a phony
As if a rabbit’s there.
Dogs dash around a racetrack
Pursuing plywood lure
Bedaubed with paint and lampblack
To look like rabbit fur.
While fox and wolf may capture
And gorge on rabbit clan,
Dogs do not feel that rapture,
And wonder why they ran.
Wolfe at Rest
Tom looked like a million
In white suit Melvillean
Effusing tall tales and hard facts.
He never went flat—
Sprezzatura’s like that.
But a flâneur must finally relax.
Dan Campion has contributed verse to Light since its founding. He is author of Peter De Vries and Surrealism, coeditor of Walt Whitman: The Measure of His Song, and contributor of poetry to many magazines, including Able Muse, After Hours, Measure, The Midwest Quarterly, The North American Review, Parody, Poetry, Rolling Stone, Shenandoah, and Think. He works as a writer and editor in Iowa City, Iowa.