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Rainy Day
A grandmother bakes
A batch of warm cookies
Peppered with butterscotch chips,
A chocolate kiss pressed in the center,
For her grandchildren
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The Garden Prince's Freckles
Spring is blooming
around me,
the trees flushing pink,
the wildflower-shaped freckles
scattered throughout the grass
growing darker, brighter
with the sun;
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Humming to Our Hearts
The piano
Twirling through the air,
The lyrics I hummed to
With my grandma, my aunt,
My mom,
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The Boundless Book of Humanity
Sitting at the kitchen table,
The Beauty and the Beast soundtrack
Humming through an earbud,
My mom streaking the stars
Across my fingernails,
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Honeyed Rose
Her hands are cupped around
A rose,
Perfectly red petals
Curling to the center,
Where she has stored her heart;
Loves
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twelve months of dreaming
I have this dream
where the sky is dark,
moon illuminating,
faded stars surrounding it,
that I gaze at from
the top of my roof.
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The Power of "Thank You"
On my first day of sixth grade, someone told me, “You’re the only person that has said that to me today.” You might be confused by what I just said, but I promise, you will soon understand.
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living room record player
I'm six on the living room floor -
the pink album the pink album I chant -
dad puts the Supremes on the record player, the jacket handed to me -
pink, with three of the most beautiful women I've ever seen -
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Morning in Paris
It’s morning in Paris,
and the city still sleeps,
though the sun has long risen
and the cat has long been stretched in the light
that washes over the quiet courtyard.
It’s summer in Paris,
