the coach left the town after noon
by tanner brockwell
the coach left the town after noon
with a good pace
expected before sundown
in the back three passengers
paid in full
delivering them
and the payroll
downtight in the strongbox
mining town
rowdy town
up till dawn
surely as the sun
riding shotgun
restless in the day
the bump and jostle
roads barely called roads
swinging around the mountain pass
each outcrop or [...]
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Stark Beauty in the Cold Wastes by Tanner Brockwell