He swings
at a tree, beating
back the forest
with a stick
dark eyes
flashing, battling
dragons, or, perhaps,
his father
blow after blow,
the tree endures
what his enemy
could not
until, defeated
by acceptance,
he drops his weapon,
slumps homeward.
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: West Woods, Antietam Battlefield
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