The Illusion Of The Rifleman - Poem by Douglas Scotney
Up high on a mount,
in the face of all,
parts are small
that loom large
through a hole in a wall
and telescope fun
into what can be shot
from the sight of your gun.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Thanks Zac and Dolores for the 7th floor view last night and the illusion that something can appear bigger than it is.
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