Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #514
Just Before Sunset by Belinda Roddie Just before sunset, a woman arrived in our town, wide-brimmed hat slightly askew across her brow, as she took snuff and sighed at the sight of the tumbleweeds and blue walls of the sheriff's building. "Where's my badge?" she asked the deputy, and he, though no words slipped from him, handed it over. Tags - dog tags - hung from our new sheriff's neck. No tassels or spurs bedecked her worn down boots. She headed straight into the office as we watched and settled in, ignoring looks exchanged among the townsfolk. Nothing crass was said, nor did anyone question it. In fact, outlaws wouldn't like it one bit!
