Sighted Blind

My dog was hurt; he couldn’t hunt,

  and left me in the field

 

To wander into aimlessness,

 my prey as yet to yield

 

His nose was gone; the point was lost,

 the tracks turned right then wrong

 

My gun recocked but sighted blind

 —all certainty had gone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

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