Don’t answer the
door
it’s that
rhinoceros,
the one you shooed from your
dream last
night.
But now it’s
day and here you
are, thickly skinned, sloe-
eyed, wrinkled grey beauty, your
nose a triumphant
horn that makes a
point
of existence and a fighting
chance, though a heavy
lift, and sometimes
extinction
doesn’t sound that
bad.
For Jilly’s enjambment jam