Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Dart to the Heart

If she could only stop the bow string mid arc

reach out with super human speed,

retrieve the shining narrow, the word.

too late, the bird slowly tumbles out of the sky

instead she only could offer a sudden intake of breath

she tucked two bloody feathers in her hair

and with an uncertain smile

sank to the earth beside the still bird.

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