Archery is meant
for fields, for forest
for targets, for skill
which we lacked
and we had loose bales
easily pierced, split
by errant arrows
misguided missiles
missing their mark
Don’t move them,
please don’t
for the garage
is aerated
July 26, 2006 19:54
(Raymond A. Foss)
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