French doors span a wall, open and welcoming the landscape of evening {shadow catches my peripheral attention} / lazy summer breeze spreads slow honey glaze {I step over the threshold} / behind me garlic sautéing a low flame nebula on cast iron heirloom {second nature as my hand takes hold} / rifle loaded - finger on the trigger - focus clear - aim straight —dead on {and a smile blooms from my eyes to my lips}
-Wicked Games-
E.A. O'Connell
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