by Joseph Milosch
It was mid morning –
sparse clouds above mountains.
In the old western town,
it was approaching noon.
One heard whispers as they
entered the cabin, used by Butch
Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.
One heard their voices echo.
In legend the door faced
the entrance to the Hole in the Wall.
A table, a deck of cards, a chair with
its back against the wall faced the door.
Beside the town on a knoll,
Sundance’s grave. Weeds grew
around the tombstone, behind
the graveyard, and beside the town.