Charles Cohn


Four Senryu On The Colt 1861 - Poem by Charles Cohn

The long-barreled Colt
Reaches out and shakes my hand.
'Ah... We've met before.'

This sleek revolver
Flowing smoothly from my hand:
A 'BOOM! ' and smoke... smile.

The draw, quickly, now...
From her leather home she leaps,
Hammer back, ready.

The warm days call us.
'A match! A match! ' Powder burns,
We smell the sulfur.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 26, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, December 10, 2010


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