The Rabbit Ran for a Quarter Mile

by Barry Basden

A crisp autumn afternoon
in a field of broken shadows.
The rabbit bursts from cover,

My 12-gauge tracks smoothly
across the artist before me and
a thunder clap
echoing away to distance.

In the ringing air,
lost paintings bleed acrylic
down the evening sky,
foretelling dream shards and
hollow midnights,
played in endless loops.

Barry Basden lives in the Texas hill country with his wife and two yellow Labs. He’s been published here & there and edits Camroc Press Review at

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