The Usual: A Tribute (“He had an inestimable appreciation of the usual,” said Henry James of Anthony Trollope)   Our hare is on the hillside; it legs along our streets, our hare is nimble, fawn and lean, will dance upon a tambourine then jump clean over whom it meets, to bow and say “Excuse you all,” for neighbours, this is usual,      and if I blink I’ll lose you all,      for genius in this usual      has cypress ears and daddy legs      and wears them to confuse you all.   Black admirals will not keep still. Like letters…