
How different are men
from women?
My darling lovely wife
in one conversation
we had,
was so enthusiastic
to describe, her newly
purchased nail polish.
It was a hot pink color
she’d just picked up.
The hue set her
fingers a’ fire.
She absolutely
loves pink.
I was awestruck
and grinning from
cheek to cheek,
as I listened to her
gush and squeal
over her aesthetic
choice of nail color.
On the one hand,
I was thinking about
how her newly
painted nails,
would look on
my olive
skinned back?
At least for a moment
that thought made me
shiver.
My next thought was
about that
M1 Carbine
I saw at
the pawn shop
near my home.
How balanced
it felt
in my hands
as I picked it up,
pulled the receiver
back and
let it ram forward
on its own.
While pretending it was
locked and loaded,
I wondered, if it seen
any action storming
the beaches at Anzio?
Or perhaps fighting with
The 1st Marine Division
in the Pacific island
of Peleliu?
All of this
was thought,
while I was
putting a bead on a
guitar across the shop.
For a moment that guitar
became my mortal enemy,
as I lined up the
rear and front sights
perfectly.
Standing there,
ram rod still,
with my pointer
finger lightly
caressing
the trigger,
I pulled it
gently back.
The action
was smooth.
The battle rifle
was well preserved
and oiled.
It would make a
fantastic addition
to my mental
gun collection.
Suddenly, I was
interrupted by
my wife’s voice.
“Honey, what do you think
of this hot pink?”
“Isn’t it lovely?”
I smiled, nodded
and said,
“ I love it.”