Making Amends
In the distance, a rifle has gone off.
The birds scatter. Animals patter.
Most likely a hunting scene.
Nonetheless, I drive over to investigate.
I see a man lying in a pool of blood.
The smell of cigarrettes draws my attention.
I pull out my gun and spot him, laughing.
“Think you’re funny, bear?” I said.
He threw the rifle down to the ground.
He gave me a look and a growl.
I stood there, looking him down.
He walked away, angry as hell.
“Don’t walk away from me, bear!” I yelled.
Not again, I thought, Not again, son.
He kept walking until he disappeared,
Leaving a trail of tears behind him.
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