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Farewell
Music turn-in day
Is tomorrow.
While really it's just
Placing the papers in piles
According to instrument and part
Trying to organize everything
And hoping nothing's wrinkled
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Winding down
As the school year winds down,
So do I -
And yet
The homework
Does not.
We are saying goodbye
To beloved interns -
Beloved teachers -
If only for the summer -
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Tradition
Tradition is
Runner beans
Shells being cracked open
Until fingers are sore -
Sitting around a table with
A game of Dutch Blitz going and
Graham crackers with peanut butter
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Duet
Scared
Nervous
Terrified.
We step
One
At
A
Time
Onto
The stage.
Chairs.
Stands.
Folders.
Music.
Piano music,
Starting.
And we enter.
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Adjustments
I always wanted to be a better player but
I didn't really understand
How.
Two years of
Sort of almost having to
Lead
Being the only one who
Really cared enough
To do my best.
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That smile
I play for a lot of things.
That smile is one of them.
When we're doing something right
And you take fast four into two
And you're smiling and grinning and in full control
And we're not falling apart
Loves
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Dandelion Fluff
Sam and Willa lay on their backs in the overgrown grass of his yard, her describing the shape of the clouds for him to paint as a picture in his head.
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Sentimentality
Sentimentality
all the time
wishing to be younger
to be somewhere else.
I wish that I was in fourth grade again
and everyone was friends
and everyone was happy and content
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Everything
I want to write about everything
the steady rain
the misery
the end of school
the upcoming event
the natural world
the current political universe of doom
but I can't phrase it
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Enough
Constantly
all the time
I feel like crying
I've just had enough
enough of the girls accidentally hitting us with balls in P.E. class without them apologizing
enough of depressing experiences and losses;
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Thoughts
I lie awake in bed
With my thoughts -
No AC and it's hot and humid.
I open a window.
It doesn't help.
I can feel the ghost of you in my every movement.
The blankets you snuggled into,
Just last night.
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A pawprint in clay
All I have,
For everything.
A pawprint
In clay.
That's it.
Thousands of trinkets, toys, stuffies.
Folder upon folder of random junk.
Papers and pencils and packs of gum