http://tuckmagazine.com/2018/11/07/poetry-1811/
Choices In Frontier Towns
Amid tumbleweeds and clapboard buildings,
standing upon dirt roads or a sawn timber dais,
snake oil men, extolling their potions,
their curing wares depleted by end of day.
Risky whiskey,
the magic elixir
of 19th-century self-proclaimed wizards.
Was it truly hope in a bottle
or just sanctioned intoxication?
The Old West version of paper or plastic.
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