Lesley Stampleman

Black-tailed Jackrabbit



Forage for the middle of winter. Headlight and erratic. I drive this extreme environment. I read later, they swerve when threatened. In and out of the light. Neither us, nor the animal were hurt. Essential silence pat-pats the highway. Give me five. Dips ahead in the road. I should have given a name to each hour




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