The Archer

by Michael Shindler (October 2024)

There is an archer standing
In the blue reach of midday.
His feet are the trunks of fir trees
And his bow is the arc of the sun.
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But beyond understanding,
Where eyes stray and winds freeze,
And stars have their fun,
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There is a target demanding
A point of play.
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Michael Shindler is a writer living in Washington, DC. His work has appeared in publications including The American Conservative, The American Spectator, National Review Online, New English Review, University Bookman, and Providence. His new book is Fret Not and is available here. Follow him on Twitter @MichaelShindler.

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