Divorce
his gun
train’s smoky veil
she was fighting
her reins
the train stops
some words would
send her off
miles away
one more job
the telephone pole
wires gone bad
a horse would believe
recollection of a house
in spite of himself
Copyright © Mike Bayles | Year Posted 2017
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