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Jonathan Corle – 1 poem

AMBUSH ON A WINTER SUNDAY

            

Late afternoon we lay back

on a stony white slope

of the deep road cut

Watching‒

oyster shell skies

smoking‒

Lucky Strikes

smelling‒

gun oil

The 20 gauge bolt-action

Mossberg and Stevens side-by-side

cradled on our chests

Icy fingers on triggers ready

to fire when the first crows

flew over

No matter how

many times we shot

they kept the same flight path

The friend I hunted with dreamed

of becoming a game warden

ended up working in a haberdashery

I went on to college

moved away

thought I knew him

Years later I heard

one black winter morning

he hung himself

All I really know is I liked him

and he was a fine wingshot.

            

Jonathan Corle (Jon) is a poet and lifelong resident of Pennsylvania living in Chester County. After retirement from the financial firm he founded, Jon became an adjunct professor in the Close School of Entrepreneurship at Drexel University. His interests include reading and writing, cycling, golf, and travel with his wife, Diane.