(I am participating in National/Global Poetry Month as I continue to write small poems each morning. – Kevin)
Day Twenty: Sitting in a Ragged Stonehenge
Of beer, banter
and beach chairs –
six feet apart
on the lawn at dusk –
we sit around, staggered
like rocks in a ragged
Stonehenge, progressive
opinionated people,
just waiting
for this time
to pass
Peace (with neighbors),
Kevin