Chickengirl

Camp was almost over for the summer. Kids were running around on the lawn, playing foursquare, swinging on the swings and building fairy houses.

He’s wearing brown coveralls with detached hood 

The hood is beige. It protects him from the cold of the surrounding snow

Tarps vaguely protect the piles of pressboard that litter his yard 

Setting: An art classroom. 

Enter Ham and three of the Campers. 

The inevitable 
Time 
Ticking by 
It seems to speed up 
The older I get 
The closer I get 
To passing through 
The bewildering 
Magnificent archway 
Of eighteen. 

Ladeau Road could be a mini town; 

all by Itself

Alex as the mayor.

I suppose I would be the teacher.