Sunday, August 20, 2006

Fall, a murder of ducks

camouflaged hunters sat, poised
my canoe rotated
china blue sky spun
wood ducks flushed
boom boom boom
I grabbed my throat
a scream escaped
my partner blocked his ears
we spun violently
red, yellow and brown leaves
moved upon the waters surface
away in concentric circles
as the wild birds fell

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