Monday, September 26, 2011

Out of a Crowd Poem

He slithers in the door
   mind racing
   sweat streaming down his face
   dressed in all black.
"Give me the money!" he demands.
   his voice cracking with fear.
   gun in hand
   jumping at every little sound.
Moving fast
   trying not to skip a beat.
   pushing and scaring the banker
   hands shaking like a leaf.
He snatches the bag and starts to run
   only to get shot in the arm.
  

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