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Spring Tryst

She ran across the grass
towards the copse of trees,
feet brushing the earth ,
like a gentle spring breeze.
Just a few yards away she
saw the old kissing gate
and climbing up a tree
she settled down to wait.

She watched the truck arrive,
saw the package safely hidden,
saw the driver stand and wait
exactly as he was bidden.
She shot him precisely,
one bullet to the head;
before the body fell
it was certainly brain dead.

She stripped down her rifle,
slid the parts her pack
and set off very silently
back down the same track.
She ran across the grass
from that copse of tree,
feet brushing the earth
like a gentle spring breeze.


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Spring Tryst