This pistol of a
friend I’ve found
Will step out with
the gun’s resound.
The pack behind,
off like a shot,
She pulls the
trigger, all she’s got.
She makes her
peace, out from the gate,
To run near four in
thirty-eight.
And with both
barrels firing fine,
She zips right past
the finish line.
Though she’s not
packing on the street,
You still might say
she brings the heat.
c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson
Image:
Theme art – adapted from
public domain image
Still from Marnie, 1964
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