The Duel. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang
The Duel.
The hand, a leaf,
So still it tries,
But shakes within,
Where worry lies.
The thought takes hold,
A grand, bright scene,
Of cheers and praise,
Or what might have been.
The trigger waits,
A breath held deep,
Then lets it go,
Turn dreams to sleep.
The shot rings out,
A simple sound,
The hand falls still,
On solid ground.
T.M.Solvang
Wednesday, January 14, 2026
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