The Magnolia of Mongolia Would make a lovely sight. Its glossy leaves would herald health, Its blooms perfume the night, By day supplying bird and bee The nectar they have made. (It wouldn’t hurt to pitch a yurt Beneath the boughs’ deep shade.) The scattered towns would flourish, filled With verdant avenues Of julep joints and sidewalk spots Where buskers play the blues. Most of the country, though, lies on A high and windy plain With bitter cold most of the year And hardly any rain Where nomads might quite well resent The broken sightline and A baffled yak just might attack The strange thing on its land. For these reasons and for others, A rather lengthy list, The Magnolia of Mongolia Does not, in fact, exist J.D. Smith has published two collections of poetry in 2021: the light verse collection Catalogs for Food Lovers and the free verse collection Glenn Danzig Carries Cat Litter. His first fiction collection, Transit, will be published in 2022 by Unsolicited Press. Smith works as an editor in Washington, DC, where he lives with his wife Paula Van Lare and their rescue animals.