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As I wait to shoot a mallard, I consider life (Free verse) by somemorepoetry
[Tomorrow is a swallow
faster than death
and coming forward
to close in like
a bracket]
But pulled back and
Straightened, a summer reed
Driving downward and
Deep into the mud
Is the past
Only stirred
By the breeze
Of memory
And today is a gunshot
direct and unavoidable,
Leaving us to deal with
the aftermath, and the ellipsis
of what might have been...
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Arithmetic Mean: 7.6666665
Weighted score: 5.717177
Overall Rank: 1909
Posted: August 13, 2004 2:01 PM PDT; Last modified: August 13, 2004 2:01 PM PDT
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