Goodnight Again
Raspberries she said
and turned her head
the bullet missed a mile
That's what i like for breakfast
she added with a smile.
The turret turned another inch
and locked on target tight
she draped her scarf around her
throat
and bade a sweet goodnight
Tall and straight she turned t o
go
across the pallisade
The whistle of the ammo
said what it always said.
I saw the sparking metal
as bullets hit the stone....
where she would be
if I could see
the ghost
who walks me home.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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