Time Enough
Sierra July
He had
time before those lights
Spilled
over him like cold drool
Before
those tires struck him
Clutched
like a tiger's clawed paws
He had
time, to aim, fire
Feel
the recoil, regret
The
resolve; he had time, but
It
slipped from his grasping hands
Poet's Notes: Another of a series of poems inspired
by mobster movies. This one centers on a man either being betrayed or being
punished for his own betrayal. I left his back-story for the reader's
imagination and focused on his thoughts as the car heads for him, personifying
it as a beast that one can't hope to escape.
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