Ode to My Rifle

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My rifle, my gun
Spins, flies, dazzles the crowd,
Turns in the air,
Moves like water through my hands.

The slap of the strap as
It claps against my palms.
Collective gasp as it twirls,
Over my head.

Coming down
Fast, not a sound.
Lost in the emotion
Second hand muscle memory motions.

They see in the farthest
Seats, the fire in my eyes.
They stand and they cheer,
As the judges constructive criticize.





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