The First Brawl of Summer Vacation

A steaming caucus: spiraling conversation of smoke viewed by satellite and 4am star audiences from heights too sharp for human vision. It's us in all our glory on the dirt road in front of our house Lime dust and peppered beggar weed jeans. A scuffle of high regard over who would use the best fishing rod today. All's quiet in the rest of the woods Squirrells and wood peckers watching the scene with the stars. And we are 10 years old. And we are tenacious. And we are alive. The stars know us by name in our heated debate and, today, the fish get a monumental thirty minute reprieve.