1950s
By Patrick T. Reardon
.
I put my faith in
the Cisco Kid
riding TV with fat
guy (Oh, Poncho!)—
through desert as
I watch — it’s
really happening!
.
It is as if I watch
through God’s own
window — just as I
watch the World
Series and see Lew
Burdette reach back
to fling (and can
read about it in next
day paper) — as I
watch Cisco reach
to shoot (good guy
that he is) straight
and true to knock
gun from evil one’s
hand, holy sweet
American strikeout.
.
Patrick T. Reardon
8.2.22
This poem originally appeared in The Write City on 7.1.22.
