“Three Hags In A Gambit” By Tami Boehle-Satterfield

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Three sisters with one eye among us.
It was easy to see that we would be blinded,
Eyes plucked clean from our heads,
Mothered by a decoy.
Not a clue,
Clueless birds,
Bird-brained,
Knowing a little of this and not enough of that.
Easy pickings.
Targets for practice.
Far too often two of us shared its insights,
Lining it up,
And the other was left to fend for herself.
Clay pigeons in a ploy.
Blindsided on a narrow road,
I stumbled off,
Seeing
This is no way to live.
And my sisters?
Sitting ducks,
Content,
Stacked over and under
Side by side
Rolling the eye
In a cheap barrel
Stupidly
Losing sight.

February 2013

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