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Dec 2016
He followed the buck past
the wormwood barn

down the game trail
into and out of

three hundred yards
of multiflora rose

(so thick his jeans
raveled like terrycloth)

to shoot and leave for
dead, walked away.
Doug Potter
Written by
Doug Potter  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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