Swing Poem PAD April 17th 2015

Swinging Doors

Slam! The pine door banged

close for the last time, but I turned

too late to see your boots

walk away––a cowboy, Stetson secure,

who pushed open the louvered saloon

half doors in a old black and white western

while the piano tinned, glasses clinked

and smoke wafted into the street

behind jingling spurs that vanished

in shadowy monochrome dust.

Kim King©2015

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Poeming to save myself
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