A girl with hair to her waist
walks her bike home from school.
She stops at the moss-covered fountain,
gathers her hair and pulls it back,
drinks deeply, her silver bike
leaning against her leg.
Callenback's redbone bitch,
tits dragging the ground,
Each year I build my tree-stand solid,
usually in a white oak
above a thicket of rhododendron.
I check for visibility and shooting lanes.
If need be, I'll clear away undergrowth
to assure clean shots along the trail
and down into the thicket.
I'm car [...]