Song for Guns & License

Paper mill town closed down.
Sporting goods store the big draw.
Hunters shop for camouflage,
a new barrel gauge. Deer season.

Six months here,
I’m in a red chair with a red number,
clutch a California driver’s license,
my ID for forever.

Insurance says I have to turn myself in,
time to cheer for the Saints, the home team.
I watch a stray cat spread its claws,
lick its orange striped paws.

In the office, cellphones ring the blues.
A man calls from his booth.
It’s painless. He checks my birth certificate,
tells me to take two steps

back for a picture next to a flyer,
a raffle to raise money for school kids.
The prize, a Stoeger 3500 28-inch barrel,
a shot gun and hunting rifle.

I’m handed a new license.
Not a bad shot. On the way out,
the stray brushes against my leg,
poor thing limps on a square peg.

About Lenore Weiss

Lenore's collections include "Tap Dancing on the Silverado Trail" (2011) from Finishing Line Press, “Sh’ma Yis’rael” (2007) from Pudding House Publications, and "Cutting Down the Last Tree on Easter Island" (West End Press, 2012). Her writing has won recognition from Poets&Writers (finalist in California Voices contest) and as a finalist for Pablo Neruda Prize, Nimrod International Journal. The Society for Technical Communication has recognized her work regarding Technical Literacy in the schools. All material is copyrighted on this site and cannot be used without the author's permission.
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2 Responses to Song for Guns & License

  1. Judith Herr says:

    Yup…that’s Highway 165 and Bastrop all right…I used to communte that-away!

  2. Lenore Weiss says:

    Hey Judith. Then you know exactly where I am. Where were you living and what were you doing at the time? Hope you and your family are well. Brazos.

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