Sunday, January 18, 2015

centerpiece: small, and deft,
an arrowhead from the creek at the bottom of the yard:
flint, and pockmarked, well-used and weathered.
the asphalt stretches for miles,
yellow directionality, a rough demarcation
and the track of an arrow, shot straight up,
from the hands of a man who doesn't know better.

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