Saboteurs
The world adopted an uninvited guest; a pandemic winter.
Indomitable wild seedlings, we created spring.
Accomplices, we checked weather reports to guarantee escape in the sunshine, justifying the tangle of tongues and toes and ignoring the dark clouds imprisoning neighbors. Distance was inconvenient for rootless rebels.
For amusement we filled hours with bird watching and picnics and made love under a canopy of pines. Death’s decay was abstract, for others.
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From scofflaws to saboteurs, we made excuses for thoughtless wounds and changing seasons.
Our colors faded while the world bloomed anew.
The husk of Us, now buried, six feet under.
The deets:
Round 1 (Placed 14th; HM)
Genre: Romance (😒 )
Word: amuse
Action: Looking at a weather report
Emily Brockway is a haphazard writer, amateur historian, and military nomad. You can follow her bad humor and political pot-shots on Twitter @bangs_drums
