Aim of the Gunfighter
I stand perfectly still
at dawn
my hands by my side
eyes frozen in time
staring fifteen paces ahead
focused on the pistol that once
taught me all I knew
If I should not live past this
moonless night
collect all the weapons
from inside my mind
and bury them deep by my side
as immeasurable treasure
in an unmarked grave
march two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
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Nostalgic, poignant and much enjoyed – well done.
Thanks so much for visiting here again, Mike.
Very good – different from your normal style. I like it!
Thank you so much for visiting here today and commenting on this piece.
You are very welcome… I like to visit just don’t have enough hours in the time to read all the poets I love…
wow.
thanks!