there
is a sniper
on the
ridge
taking
pot shots
as
i do
my
evening stroll

plumes
of earth
rise
from
a few feet
to
my side

one of these days
she’ll get off
that lucky shot

depending
on
the day
i cannot tell
which of us
will be
luckiest
when
she finally does

until then
i
just keep smiling
and
flipping her
off