Shade out
The hunter
lost his sense of humour
On a
long hike through the glen.
He met a
buffalo and an elk
Sat in
the shade of a wounded oak,
Contemplating
time out.
He wondered
at the unique smallness
Of it
all. The lack of definition.
And he
noticed how the rain swam
In a
deadly breastsroke.
Even keel.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, August 12, 2020
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