Do you see the way the perfect dusting of snow on the towering pine trees matches yet contrasts the dimming greenish-brown of their trunks and needles? Do you see the beautiful pale blue of the sky, the way it holds just the barest hint of pink, a reminder of sunset to come? Well, I do. And it's so perfect my heart aches.
in the halls, we lean against the bulletin boards
and whisper of the latest news, last night's breaking, articles snagged
in the moments before leaving for school. lots of adults
think we are too young to understand
i wore brightly patterned pajama pants today
because it was blue-and-gray-go-wolves spirit week at school and
they fit the whole cartoonish hearts theme. you
wore black sweatpants and your favorite blink-182 shirt,
five years spent practicing, learning, building community around myself, so beautiful
here on the mats, ponytail swinging, laughter,
saturdays from nine to ten-thirty, then eight to ten-thirty,
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