Ottertail Paddle

sitting right there
with the door wide open
her archery shack emitted a smell
women's oil mixed with wood shavings
beaver stuffed with sawdust to bloat the size
overcame me

trying on camouflage
in the curtained dressing room
I felt the stinging outline of an ottertail paddle
she hid the canoe non-existent

picturing her expression
from the backside I can see
she has a handle on things and
I don't doubt repressed fire (lp) by
light of saba or (solar flares) are responsible
for our genres of heat a hot topic the law of attraction

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