Everywhere Here at Sandy Creek Farms, in The Stables, I See Woodcuts of Pistols Drawn
Some in fists, some not,
smoke already history, or not.
Not a single safe in sight.
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I love the interplay of the title and the poem. And “Not a single safe in sight.”
Powerful poem, Powerful ending.
Thanks, Gwyneth.