A Game Of Concentration

by Poet on the Piano   Jan 28, 2010


One! Two! Three! Hit!

Then....white silence.

Is enemy number one down?

Possibly surrendered?

I come out from hiding
one soaked foot in mid-air
and wait, listening.

Pow! I fall over on top of my snow fort
tricked by an act of mercy.

What a shame.

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