Poetry

One Moment (Unrehearsed)

I had a friend call me once
from down south
In the wee hours
In agony
His .45 in his mouth
seeking a reason
from me to not
pull the trigger
That’s a big moment
Enter stage right
Unrehearsed
A moment in which I
dearly missed poetry
where my words
didn’t matter
On this night
they were enough
He didn’t

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