The Leaping Hare
In open country
chances are he'll be running.
Knowing the sound of every wind-shift
he'll cradle his life in the rock-a-bye cornsticks
hind legs bunched for the big bolt forward
to spring over runaway ground.
Today, in the photograph
which I have called "Hare Leaping"
he will take forever to complete one bound.
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