a February rain

has soaked the grass

and the hay bales

no one shooting but me

as my teacher watches

I fumble with the arrow

and drop it

but when I reset it

and shoot it hits straight

on to the bullseye

and I fumble again

with the second

and again it falls

on the wet grass

but when I try again

it splits the first

right in the center

of the bullseye

my teacher shrugs

doesn’t smile

says I do it all the time

but for me

forever after

never again