Rebelliously
leaning his rifle
against the taut wires
of the fence
he stepped over,
pivoting
on his leading foot
watching as the barrel
began its slow arc
towards him;
the hair trigger
jarring
as the bead
of the sights
clipped a barbed twist,
the crack of firing
annihilating
the quail-heavy
fields.
John Kinsella
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