Original Post 1 Week 10

In my backyard, we didn't use fences.
Instead, a row of just shy of blooming
lilacs separated myself from my neighbors.
And the cracking yellow slide, housing
a family of rabbits in the summer.
I don't know why snow globes sell so well
at Christmas when our screen door--
with the gape from that day I poked
my pencil through it-- lets flakes, or bees,
fly through. But maybe we're all post-rain
worms, slinking trails on concrete, watching
dogs bark at mail men or a butterfly's wings
freeze. I don't know why the boy stole
a hot pink bow from that girl in overalls,
or shoved her arm in a chain link fence
out behind the 4 square court. But maybe,
when he bashed the other kid's head in
with a metal bat, he was snow on the top
of a snow globe house, landing precisely
where I, or you, wanted. Silent and freshly cut.