Strayed from the challenge again yesterday, after not having written anything for a few days—or so I thought. After posting, I remembered that this poem includes overheard conversation (the bit about the generals)…

Feedback howls over the square
people pay no mind

Some guy in the corner
talks about how many generals
it takes to win the battle

We make eye contact
I smile—she smiles

The boy hugs the girl
(but not in a creepy, non-consensual way)

There’s no other way
to describe the scene
now that the moment has passed

(29 July 2016—posted July 30th)