Loaded for Beware

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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