By John Lambremont Sr.
The old star-doctor turns,
ice cube ever-ready,
coolly measures the arc,
and shoots again, his arch
a perfect half-circle, zen;
to miss is not possible.
What was once net
is now glass, and we
are the target.
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By John Lambremont Sr.
The old star-doctor turns,
ice cube ever-ready,
coolly measures the arc,
and shoots again, his arch
a perfect half-circle, zen;
to miss is not possible.
What was once net
is now glass, and we
are the target.
