REFLECTIONS ON LONG AGO - A POEM FROM THE FILE
TRIGGER My piano he traded for a semi-automatic.45 caliber pistol. As they hauled the upright out the door I wept internally, not allowed so much as a pout of protest. But the.45 came in handy a year and three months later when the time came to assert myself. plh 6-15-2017 Sign in to see full entry.