Richard Xiao

Silent Cafe

Creaky swings sway in the breeze

Vast open fields with no people to fill them

The roar of kids fill the air

I sit down at my regular table

My friends and I talk amongst ourselves

unaware of what is to happen the next minute

Moonlight peers through the dark tunnels

Leaves slightly shuffle on the trampoline

Out of the corner of my eye

Orange and white and green

All the colors blur together

A ranch-covered stick of carrot

flies from his hands

and soars through the air

It lands on someone's chest

His eyes flare blood red

Distant crickets are heard

chirping softly