Front Porch Catapult

my view through
tree branch folio
shape shades the moon
to an arrowhead arcing

some tempting target
in lightyear removed
a bullseye that I’m
blind to

my view through
tree branch folio
will wither with winter
that arrow will atrophy
that arc just a remark
of summer


I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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