Going Home

One chicory flower
on the edge of asphalt
holds on to hopscotch
three bags of groceries
in a two-wheeled cart
dirt road to the feed mill
four houses down
three miniature poodles
     (I forget)
two lawn chairs
facing the train tracks
and one kid
picking iron ore pellets
for her slingshot

#3 of 30 Poems in November to benefit the Center for New Americans. Today’s theme is SIDEWALKS.

Also! Wrote a Flash 55 poem so I could jump into the fray over at Joy's Verse Escape. Grateful for the opportunity to play. Yay!