We launch stone after stone,
at the old barn.
miniature Davids arrayed
Against a dilapidate red
Goliath.
The impact of one makes
a witch’s face in the
window, the tinkle of
glass her cackle.
The view inside through
Her eyes
makes DO NOT ENTER
a challenge.
“Summer 1998” was printed in Harvest Time, No. 5 of Inwood Indiana. Pick up the paperback from Prolific Press; the stories and poems published online are free to read here.
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