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a poem by Melanie Browne (2 of 3)
Thick Horizon
life challenges
me to a series
of duels
I make a gun
of papier mache
and put in in
my holster
it starts
to rain in
great guzzling
drops,
the gun begins
to fall apart,
wet dripping
paper
falling from
my hands,
metallic paint
flowing toward
the gutters,
"Life," I say
"You have an
unfair advantage
my weapon has
misfired into the abyss!"
Life shoots me anyway
I look up into
the clouds,
another shorebird
on the thick horizon
me to a series
of duels
of papier mache
and put in in
my holster
to rain in
great guzzling
drops,
to fall apart,
wet dripping
paper
falling from
my hands,
metallic paint
flowing toward
the gutters,
"You have an
unfair advantage
my weapon has
misfired into the abyss!"
the clouds,
another shorebird
on the thick horizon