Sparrow

I will admit I loved him

All his flaws disappeared

The weird way he grinned

His work-worn hands

The smell of sawdust and woods

In every particle of skin 

He was the only thing I could think of

Sunkissed and smiling

Smelling the fresh salty air

I know summer's here

After 5th grade,

My bracelet

Was a brown bead

On a thin white string.

After 6th grade,

My bracelet

Was a green bead