Throwing

He sits in a muddy northern field,
seeking self improvement.
His focus remains sharpe and unshakeable
despite biting gusts and icy drops.

The volume turned down,
the world so far away.
Untouchable.
This is his peace.

An unemployed shopping bag whisks by.
Preparation and repetition, a copy of a copy
throw after throw.
Intrinsic analisis determines where the faults lay.

Children recognise an unlikely hero,
temporarily amazed.
Propelling wood away from body mass.
This is rarely easy.

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