Sheriff Son

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Sheriff Son
silver-lined enemies—
 backed by gold, optimistic, and silhoueted
a boy points
 finger—
 games
“click” “puh-chow” “puh-chow” cause he says it out loud 
candid cans—
 probably someones real target practice
slow to shoot back. Foreshadowing maybe
jean-holstered finger—
 not without spinning it first
star-loaded hands
 
gunslinging daydreaming,
 maybe you don't need to say we're daydreaming, but it sounds nice
as the sheriff.
Father God,
 oh sheriffs son, father as God, yelling through the yard like thunder for playing with his shooting cans maybe, 
yelling thunder broke the yard—
 yelling throws me off though, or maybe it brings me in, layers
back to work the boy goes. Oh how old is this boy? Finger guns are for any ages but what kinda work he out here doing?

Interesting slice of life I'm getting, plenty to mull over, thanks for sharing