It flew swiftly

It flew swiftly

always knowing, like it had a mind

of its own and I

with my hands was but a part of it.

Fingers feeling,

already seeing,

not searching,

finding

that feathered end, and

Who could not feel this in their soul

?soft-ly, pull-ing

can’t let go as I

bring it out and

turn it over. The

steel tip is gleaming

Touch to string- Careful!

Cantrushthis. Must move s l o w l y.

Aim.

Let go.

Fire.

Repeat.