Tom Two Guns

Tom Two-Guns stands on his porch. His hard eyes like the last rays of Sun on a winter day. Surrounded by tall grass and broken cars. He would stand this way bout every day. Tom Two-Guns laughs and dances in his mind. Feathers and bells move in time. Sounds silenced long ago. Replaced by a trail and rough winds in Oklahoma. Tom Two-Guns wears the colors of war. Faded with time like the stories in his mind. Cold ghosts dancing sparks in the night. Snuffed out his dreams at the break of first light. Tom Two-Guns stands on promises and lies. Leaning on a cheap cane he found at the Goodwill store. He smokes cigarettes from a crumpled white box. While he waits in line for commodity cheese. E.G. Maynard. 46 & 2. 3.