In Full View
With a wide smile you
knocked on my window -
stood still – standing on
my
porch.
You were - disturbed.
I turned to my left,
You step right -
In full view.
It was noon, a midday
sun above your head
as a bit of silver shined
you lifted your arm –
pointed at your head -
it was your right hand,
your finger on the trigger -
I startled you?
I suppose -
I never stopped smiling -
as beads of sweat poured
down your face -
your hand - began to shake
I closed the drapes.
Nancy Duci Denofio
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