Yesterday, along a walled track
I came upon a dark-brown brush
just the size of my hand. From
under it poked a narrow snout
which, when it sensed my boot,
pulled back as fast as it could.
I know that rush, that flight.
Real fear, imagined fear, it
makes no never mind. There
is something huddled in us all.
Lola Haskins lives in Gainesville, Fla. She has published 13 collections of poetry, most recently “Asylum: Improvisations on John Clare” (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2019).
https://www.nytimes.com/2020/09/10/magazine/poem-the-hedgehog.html
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