*© 2011 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
Before the Gunfight
Summer, not a single soul stirring,
At least that can be seen.
The sun is shining and there is no wind,
But the stillness – the unnatural stillness –
Is uncanny on a Sunday morn.
There should be people in their finery
All dressed for church, parasols shading
Pale skin, bowler hats topping trimmed
And slicked down hair on all the men.
But there’s no one out the windowpanes.
Perhaps we always knew this was coming,
In our unconscious minds.
A wave of unseen warning threaded,
Mind to mind, that keeps us safe inside
This unnatural, quiet, sunny Sunday morn.
~ © 2010 RC deWinter
Digital oils with a watercolor wash; taken from an original photograph shot August 7, 2009.*
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