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Taking the Shot

The hunter is inside
between the lens and its mirror
where Zen masters prowl
with high powered lights.
The prey is sensed
before it takes shape,
otherwise you catch nothing.
You are in the zone,
mind locked on a digital trigger.
Sometimes
the whole world stampedes
across your path,
more often,
a small curlicue of significance
will trip a sensory wire,
crosshairs will meet,
then for an instant you disappear,
as you take the shot.

Copyright © Eric Ashford

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