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Caught on Tape
bastard jumping, a mid-air
flaunting of the gun,
blurred by fast motion,
but there, hanging
for just a second,
disappearing in action, cash register
stubborn, holding onto the electric
socket, and the counter an
obstacle to smooth passage, anger
winning out, plunging the trigger three times,
light-flashes
registering on retinas,
but cash money hard to pry
from fingers too cold,
too frightened to give.
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Gotsha!!
Love Tinka
Well done Larry!
eileen
BUSTED by your powerful words--very well written, one feels the anxiety. BRAVO!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)