A Bow or a Pole

not sure which it would have been
the branch on the ground
in front of the church
a live branch
not filled with rot
left there, forgotten
oh what have I got

It was the right length
the right strength
as I gathered it up
and it fell onto me
my shoulder feeling its weight
thinking back, to my youth
a bow or a fishing pole
surely it could be both



September 27, 2012
branch picked up this afternoon
on the walk back from the bank
my eyes drawn to it
by the new yellow arrows
marking the storm drains for winter
painted while I had
walked to the bank
Main Street
Suncook, NH

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