For a while
I said your name
I wore it like a badge
Shiny, proud
I carried it and showed it only
To everyone

One day
After years of tarnish
the pin
fell off the back
And it dropped
to the ground

I wasn’t shot
It didn’t
deflect a bullet

I am still standing
And you are too
a boy playing sheriff in white clothes
not the bad guy in black

These forgotten realities
include sagebrush blowing
Through a dusty town
An old guy walking down a creaky boardwalk
And seduction leaning easily in a doorway

In this
old western dream.

Published by Adam

Adam F. C. Fletcher helps organizations engage people more successfully. Contact him by calling (360) 489-9680 or emailing

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