The Vagabonds' Rabbit Laid to Rest

Green Rabbit or El Conejito Verde (the zany tale of a mischievious Prince transformed by the long love of a peasant girl's done great feat) had its last performance in Dallas today. Young Audiences will now tour my Mexican mythological beast of a children's play: The Lizard's Secret, next year. We finalized the Dallas run with a surprise Shimamoto blessing as he waved on by the Rose and saw us off this morning.

In true Vagabond form, we blazed the Dallas roadways making magic for little wide-eyed ones. We shuffled across schools, classroom to classroom in post show glow, inviting them along on our crazy train of imagination and theatrical possibilites. El Conejito Verde has been performed at over 30 DISD schools where the Vagabonds conducted over 150 workshops in two years.

The Vagabonds' Rabbit Ride

630 am to Dallas,
from two cars to one,
finding midway in the run,
all the space needed was in my own
un-aired, unradio-waved car.

From there we treked,
one grump, one sleepy,
one cheery and two hazy
we never knew who would be who

soon with windows down
lungs full of old songs
and jams just found,
we raced through cars,
a safe-wielded steer, and time
always with just enough time.

A trunk,
a guitar,
two sombreros,
a necklace,
iron shoes,
a barrel,
tears,
sarapes,
flowers,
5 masks,
2 chairs, and

us five:
Chaca from Land of the Lost Yvonne,
Molasses Rob,
Dietrich,
Clauds, and
Birdie Jane Shann

slinging tunes on the ride
from White Snake to Beatles
to Hip Pocket Johnny verse

excited to
guess for lunch
Pei Wei the good ticket
El Pulpo not so much

Pre-show bad mouthin'
and almost always something missin'.
With new tunes discovered
in spur-moment bliss.

My wed night residue
pushing through my pores,
the tardy jinx:
if angry your next.

One sad school knew no rules
and mobbed me:

The four watched the swarm come over
all little arms wrapped around me
I look up to nothin but small faces
needing us more than we knew

Each day a new version
true Vagabonds just told the story,
moving and whispering through a
ballet with our inside verses.

The pin drop moments
to the roars of their voices.
In bright eyes and worried looks,
we found them

loaded their hearts
on our vagabond wagon
headed toward the kiss
of Marisol and her Prince.