carving day again, my love
time to take on
shapes of arrows
become separate from trees

once again be
married to string
and bent to bow
grabbed by the middle
pulled back and
shot across
land and sea

i will do it again and again
but i may never
reach your heart
again

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from THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE

All poems are copyrighted by Marquida Roberts.
To be reprinted only by permission of the author.