Sheriff Son

[ilovewomenandbeer]

Sheriff Son
silver-lined enemies—
 
a boy points
 finger—
 
“click” “puh-chow” “puh-chow”
candid cans—
 
slow to shoot back.
jean-holstered finger—
 
star-loaded hands
 
gunslinging daydreaming,
 
as the sheriff.
Father God,
 
yelling thunder broke the yard—
 
back to work the boy goes.