A grizzled black-eyed jackrabbit showed me

    irrigation ditches, open paved highway,
                                     white line

    to the hill…
    bell chill blue jewel sky
                                     banners,

banner clouds flying:
the mountains all gathered,
    juniper trees on their flanks,
                                     cone buds,
    snug bark scale
    in thin powder snow
over rock scrabble, pricklers, boulders,

pines and junipers
singing.

The mountains  singing
to gather the sky and the mist
    to bring it down snow-breath
                                     ice-banners—

    and gather it water
sent from the peaks
    flanks and folds
down arroyos and ditches by highways the water

the people to use it, the
    mountains and juniper
do it for us

                                     said the rabbit.