Old fence

split-railed splinters in a
built by hunters in their restlessness,
built in little sleep
Now climbing over, railed bullets from 
wooden guns
Much like old paintbrushes 
in old paint 
Dripping into a forest for dried 
up food
Color autumn clothes to camouflage from 
trees seeking 
to bare 
Yelping dogs
off leashes, stiffen up where
bristles harden
to point
Hunters fingers calloused, hard from
painting targets 
on any
moving thing
Triggers pulled
After, aim and shoot
Old stones turned over in streams
to wet 
their sights
Apple orchard, shoot the 
apple off
Falls into
They harden.

Split-railed splinters in clothing.

Copyright © 01/30/2014 Ð Ṝ Ƣ Ñeedle & Ŧhread®


2 comments on “Old fence

  1. This is a writing full of painted images & memories etched in the writer’s mind! Marvelous

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