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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

POEM #26- BYGONES


"TRAILBLAZERS"

He says we need
a photograph of us
headed west
to stake our claim and so

I plop the stetson
on top of my pompadour
slide the rifle across my knee
rest my hand on my hip
put a little swagger
into my smile

the slight gap between us?

I wonder
whether it will
widen
or
narrow
as we forge
this trail.

(C) Carol Wilcox, 2016

2 comments:

Dogtrax said...

Are you wondering
what you're looking at
when you snap the bulb
to take the shot?
You're looking at the heart
and soul
of those who wandered West of here.
Now, get it done
so we can be on our way.

--Kevin

Mary Lee said...

Those gaps between us that grow or shrink along the journey...big truth...