before the honeymoon
the war ended the day
before the winter solstice
and on the next day
on sunday morning
the newspaper arrived
without fanfare
the blizzard never came
as predicted
and the parade downtown
well
it was canceled
a few of us decided
to meet at a tavern
in the old town district
sampling for the very first time
local craft beers
and delicata squash
when the sun went down
we went our separate ways
like we had always done
december two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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I love the third stanza. I totally wanna hang out with that crew. The chill folks, just kicking back and having a good time. 😉
The title really does it for me because it seems to be in total contrast to the rest of the piece. It gets my gears wiggling, imagining all sorts of different scenarios, including actual weddings, and not.
Also, I’m picturing A Wrinkle in Time, with a little tessering locale as the backdrop.
I love that “squash” is one of your labels. That cracks me up. 🙂
hashtag squash is very much an inside joke, lol – thanks for your comments…I appreciate you reading my work.
The war ends on an ordinary day