Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #334
The Robbery
by Belinda Roddie
The robbery took place at twelve o'clock,
when the sun blazed upon the backs of men
who dressed in black jackets despite the shock
of heat that lay upon their dark heads. When
the two women approached the banker, their
boots clicking on the wooden flew, he knew
what was to happen, sensing how the hair
stood on his hair before they even drew
their pistols. Out came bags, and out came cash,
dumped out of registers. The women fled
with thousands of dollars stuffed in their sacks,
and the men in black watched as their car sped
down the dirt road. They would not forget soon:
How ballsy of those girls, to steal at noon.
by Belinda Roddie
The robbery took place at twelve o'clock,
when the sun blazed upon the backs of men
who dressed in black jackets despite the shock
of heat that lay upon their dark heads. When
the two women approached the banker, their
boots clicking on the wooden flew, he knew
what was to happen, sensing how the hair
stood on his hair before they even drew
their pistols. Out came bags, and out came cash,
dumped out of registers. The women fled
with thousands of dollars stuffed in their sacks,
and the men in black watched as their car sped
down the dirt road. They would not forget soon:
How ballsy of those girls, to steal at noon.
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