And I have a surprise coming on the first of July.
Chapter Four, Verse One:
She floats light on her feet, centered and soft,
Eyes everywhere and nowhere, breathing smooth
As honed steel. Bodhi sits near her right heel,
Ears perked and swiveling, nostrils twitching.
Joe pulls the fleece from his lap, exposing
The ten-inch barrel of his chrome magnum.
Sam’s mouth is wide open, his eyes half shut.
The camels shrug humps and go back to sleep.
Joe rubs his chin. “I’ve seen this one before,”
He says. “But the other guy had a sword.”