(This is for the Slice of Life challenge, hosted by Two Writing Teachers. We write on Tuesdays about the small moments in the larger perspective and then all through March — every single day … You write, too.)
Spindly sticks gathered
off my elderly neighbor’s lawn,
remains of a storm come, and gone,
as she pops her head out
and asks, curious, What’s going on?I’m wandering around, my arms
full of broken fallen wood,
telling her with a smile
about bonfire we’ll make,
when the weather gets good
Peace (among neighbors),
Kevin