Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

Spring Backyard

The grass is bright green
The birds hysterical
Its spring in my backyard

The drink is hitting
The sun striking the olive tree
With acute shafts of light

The bees are drinking with me
and droning, bumbling
My red dog chases a yellow ball
My son is laughing from a high branch

Why me, God?

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