Will’s $$$

Will’s goons show up
With bats and guns and knives
And in splendid gangster attire
I must commend.

Wolfe and I look at each other
And spring out the window.

Bumbling like bees
And quite adrift
We pack light-
Shadows
Clung on bare backs
Like light ammuniation.

We scramble to the forest
Conveniently located within fifty feet
While they rip the room apart.

It’s cold and quiet now-
The ground contracts
Somuchso
We feel it on our souls
Expanding.

Woosh.

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