A Shot

We were goofing Using the pellets as play

Cans that we could find In the trash Set up A pyramid

Safe and sound Away from the houses Into the field Our aim untrue

Boredom

What else can we point at? Birds flying by Butterflies Not hunters

Hmm This pavement Curious

Do our pellets Deflect? Into the blue sky? Embed? Into the hot tar?

A shot A breath Another

Deflect Into the warm flesh Run Pretend

We're just bored outside No reason No reason

#Poetry