We entered,
not just a simple store
but a warehouse converted to
the worshipping of all things manly-
Homage to the bullet;
Shrine to the Hunter-
Two kids-cowboy boots and all-
push a cart that reads
"Customer in Training"
I stopped and wondered,
amid the countless colors of cowboy hats,
"Men in Training"
is better.
Not being a hunter,
a fisher,
an athelete;
its hard to understand just what it is
that makes a man.
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