in leather and rhinestones
her wide brimmed hat filters catcalls,
sunlight, and Jebediah’s rural stare.
She feels him like a chimney
eking smoke up her stack.
Distant bridges whisper stories
textured with his touch.
Lost in lustful reverie
salty infusions begin to erupt
evoking an image
of her gecko slurping
sweat from her brow.
Touching the brim of her hat
she tilts it up, stops and
stares Jebediah straight on.
Before substituting one sure thing for another
she pulls her hat back down
and draws both Colts lightning quick:
twelve shots, twelve bottles shattered.
Jebediah’s mile wide smile
sets her chimney on fire.
This wordle inspired piece came from a wordle I created from three poets' work. Check out other poets uses of the wordle words, or join the party and submit your own poem.
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