Poem 157








Oh, great Orion..
I pray you tell me!
What is the hunter’s
innermost desire?
What is the spark
that lights a hunter’s fire?

Is it the tracking?
Or is it the chase?
Is it the time spent seeking
on an empty gut
for days?

Is it the arrow
aimed precisely
at the heart?
Is it the bowstring’s tension..
Or the killing shot?

Is it the spoils of hunting..
Or love of the hunt itself?
Orion speaketh:
“””
To fall by that which you love most..
That is the highest form of wealth.
“””

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