The Axe Fell
The axe fell with surprising beauty
and the head gasped breathlessly
into the same basket my Grandmother used
to gather fresh summer clothes
from the line that my dog broke
before he mauled the mailman.
Watching, we all sighed our own breaths
but then greedily inhaled with new eyes,
as our days vibrantly sparkled.
— by Sabio Lantz, 12/01/15
Prompt: Grace, at d’Verse Poets, asks us “to write about everyday life with an element of wonder or dotted with psychic bus stops that are sometimes unfathomable to ourselves.”