This would have been a bow

The branch on the ground
in front of the church
a live branch, willing
not filled with rot
left there, forgotten
oh what have I got

Just the right length
the right strength
as I gathered it up
and it fell into my hands
my shoulder feeling its weight
thinking back, to my youth

Of hand-made bows
of twine pulled tight
of the summer camp
and days by the lake
A pristine fall day
under the maple
the azure vista
grace in this fable


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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