Finding Treasure in the Dark

Poppy's Challenge #3 March

By Bonnie BowermanPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

I dive into the garden shed

To escape the sudden hail

Listening to its thwumping, icy, drumbeat on the tin roof

My phone flashlight flashes in an arc on shapes in the dark

A forgotten vanilla milkshake garbed in spiderwebs–sporting green mold on the ledge

All manner of rakes lean, sloped in a pile

A bric a brack of things – quite necessary, at least once in awhile

On the workbench an old albacore compass lies under layers of dust

I carefully wipe clean its face

Vividly, remembering, all the times, it helped us win the race

Just a curious soul with a crayon, at the beginning of my writing journey. There were many absorbing detours along the way.

I am so happy, I stumbled upon this community. The depth of talent here, takes my breath away!

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