Out of the fedora mist,
you walk
heeling a gun
and wishing for
a water
pistol

those 1 inch
cuffs
picking up the freshly
cut
grass,

wet

hard sole shoes that sink
into the
ground as you approach
the back window
from
the back yard

is your tie too loud?
you are
moving quietly
your jacket is off so
you
can move more
freely,
just

the suspenders

that’s all the courage
you need
to keep your
strength
up

out of the mist
early
morning,
you stride through
the breaking
white,
the october trees
dropping
a sound barrier

card game

finishing up,

back
door,

unlocked