The Jackalope

I have never seen
the crossbreed of legend,
except in artwork,

postcards from Kansas,
ashtrays in roadhouses,
bars and malls.

But I know she survives
by hiding in brome,
scanning the flat

land for predators.
I have wandered alone
on dusty backroads

and railroad tracks,
smelling her stench
in the larkspur.

Gary Lichliter

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