Active Memory.

Something I wrote in 2001 that popped back up last night. Forgive the poetry, but I am about to ride just for the fun of it.
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i played basketball
alone on a court
in northern minnesota.

i slit a deer's throat
minutes after it was hit
by a 1995 Toyota Forerunner.

i watched a hispanic boy
turn bright red when his lure
was snagged in a drainage slough.

i shot poorly there
the sun was bright and hot
as it is in summer.

i think it was the right thing
to do. someone helped
my knife our kill.

i would have helped him free it
but figured he knew
the water better than me.

next time i will face east.
that late in the day it will
be easier to see what i've done.