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At noon i knew it was not right

Once filled with hope and love and light

The blackened pavement of my street

Now has nothing to see in sight

Without toys it wasn’t complete 

Even your favorite subject can be your hardest.  

Even the "smart ones" will fail. 

Even good grades become futile.  

Even a textbook won't teach you.   

A wingspan of ash, she scours the sky for signs of a way forward.

Beneath, the writhing landscape of a future so foreign we cannot yet comprehend which color she will be.

Now is a tree,

a place that is made of history.

Feel with your fingers

for lines etched in the bark,

the future is there

The best part about summer

Is the nothingness of it

Lying on a blanket in your back yard

A book on your chest

And iced tea in a mason jar

The best part about summer is the Fourth of July

Intuition is our instinct.

It’s our instinct tapping us on the back

and whispering what it believes will happen soon,

what it needs you to be on your guard for.