Clayton brothers at the corral,
its Earp City today
tumbleweed junction for numerous lives,
not to mention lies
swift-draw artists
encased in a memory of stone
boots up ...
with all the forlorn grace of
being pushed in front
of a train.
Wild Card
Paul Cameron Brown
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Poem topics: city, memory, today, swift, stone, train, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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