Oh, look at the leaves.
Look at how they fly.
Look at how they circle,
Freckling the sky.
Look at how they shimmer
in the last dance
of their lives.
I hope I go like that
when the light fades from my eyes.
Falling further, faster,
yet somehow still alive
At parties I sit quiet and calculate my words
I avoid the eyes of guys and stare at my phone.
After all that hiding,
dissatisfaction feels like heartburn,
crying over a simple email
the lasts build a lump in my throat
last time beaming onstage
signing yearbooks
wearing a stiff blue skirt
One girl’s lanky frame against the dark turf field,
lit up by fluorescent lights
She saunters toward the building
holding another girl’s hand
Comments
This made me smile. "Freckling the sky" gives fantastic imagery
Thank you! I'm glad it made you smile :)
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