Crop circles in the pond.
Winter’s life form
set aside for a day.
Plastic reindeer sculptures topple
becoming tipped Styrofoam cups.
Muddy walks, travel mugs gleaming.
brush up against one another
ruffling across the dance floor sidewalk.
Sunlight pans up
The sky opens up to throw
a few more pelted leftover raindrops down.
Like sips of my coffee
spilling on my hand, hellishly
Alyssa Trivett is a wandering soul from the Midwest. When not working two jobs, she listens to music and scrawls lines on the back of gas station receipts. Her work first appeared in Scapegoat Review, and recently in the Peeking Cat 2016 Anthology.