scrabble under the stars

we sit under the strands
of Edison lights and stars
and play
scrabble.

we sip our gin and tonics,
the slice of lime
adding color
to the swim of clear ice
in our tumblers.

we play one game, then start
over.
stuck with nowhere to go
on the board. not a single
tile
can find a home
to make a word.

life is like that.
when there's no moves to make,
let go of what's
not working, begin again.
clear the slate,
start over.