Maine in Early Adolescence

One rifle will not be enough
if three of us will be shooting

Aim for the bottom of the can
in hopes of making it jump

We were young enough, then
not to have a clear dream
nor the failure of one

We took out the canoes
in the late afternoon

some of us not even
wearing any shoes

We set out for an island
in the middle of a large lake

One that, from the shore
could just barely be seen

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