Upon Entering

I shall die in my boots.
Kick open the saloon doors
of heaven or hell,
lasso the darkest hombre
and shoot any hat in the house
who doesn’t buy me a drink.

РKim Konopka 

2 Comments on “Upon Entering”

  1. Karen Corcoran on Facebook

    I thought I was going to die in my boots last night or at least sleep in them. I borrowed cowboy boots from Kelsey to go to a western party and had such trouble getting them on and even worse taking them off.

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  2. Kim

    Thank you for posting my poem on your site and giving me a by-line, and for copying it
    exactly as it was first published.
    The image of the tree on your site, is fun and whimsical.

    Kim

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