Renegade
by Ron Wallace


November rides in
from the east
on a blood bay mare
____iron spur rowels rattling,
the black brim of his Stetson,
pulled low
above hard, hazel, autumn eyes.

Behind him,
the sky is wearing bones
____a line of leafless sycamores
etched against the greying day
in a time of outlaws.

Well aware
____ that Winter is on his heels,
he watches as a rising crescent moon
lifts the black
above not yet winter hills,
cocks the hammer back
____ and buries the world
________under collapsing stars.






Copyright 2021 by Red River Review. First Rights Reserved. All other rights revert to the authors.
No work may be reproduced or republished without the express written consent of the author.