1.

In one moment

it is over.

In one moment

it is gone.

The morning grows

thin, gray

and our lives—

how they were—

have vanished.

Our lives have

changed

when I walk

in on Lizzie

my sister

holding a shotgun.

She fingers the

trigger.

Looks up.

My sister.

My sister just looks

up at me.

Touching

the trigger

of that gun.

© 2010 Carol Lynch Williams

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Excerpted from Glimpse by Carol Lynch Williams
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