Autumn Painting

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On days when the sky is that color blue and the trees, faded and turning color, I remember that picture  on the wall in Mr. Rockene’s room.

The sky a pale, autumn blue.  A young man, black hair in braids, crouches behind some bushes, toward the front of the picture. He watches a flock of big fan tailed turkeys.  He holds a bow and arrow. I imagine falling into the painting.