With his claw-hammer ears, and his too-big hind legs he’s too fleet to be graceful, in flight all air, away and away, erratic and determined. We want so much. All summer we schemed, where to store hopes, how to spend them. The fire crews along the two-lane burned the brush, creosote and sage, searing it all to black hush, and still the long season would never en (...)
Poetry
Jack Rabbit
—Michael Cadnum
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