The Kid
His hat pulled over the baby blues
A squint a stare as
he slowly headed down a street that had never known
violence with a pistol on either hip
drawing the attention of each passerby but never meeting their gaze
as he trod with a purpose toward a destination that had his arrival timed for
high noon
while his heart beat fast as he saw the hands of the town clock
reaching for the sky sending the message
that it might be too late when a voice stopped him in his tracks
saying
Tommy, where have you been. It's time for lunch.
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2007
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