Wednesday, September 5, 2007

An Old English Poem

"The Gas Station Robbery"
I dived down to dodge
the shot that sang out with surprising resonation.
I lay on the ground listening to her footsteps.
There was a commotion coming from the corner.
And I watched as he reached around the register to retrieve the money.
The commotion turned out to be a woman collecting
the change that had fallen from her coin purse.
The robber reeled about and redirected her gun at her.
Bang! the bullet shot at the breathless woman.
The bottled beverages billowed out
and the liquid landed only inches from her leg.
With that the thief fled through the door and was never seen again.

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