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BIRDS
Birds fly through the sky.
Black against gray clouds
Though they’re bright
Red,
Yellow,
Blue
Up close if you stop and look.
Robins pecking for worms after the rain,
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Loves
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The Girl From Algebra Class
I started getting folded-up sheets of blank loose-leaf paper from a girl in my algebra class six years ago. I still remember the first one I got in Junior year.
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You, as the snow was melting
The snow was melting
when you talked to me
when they talked to you
when we stood with them
and their thinning perfume
their black backpacks
their straightened hair
their plans of the ride home.
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Grass Grows
Grass grows.
It gets trampled into the dirt
until it is dirt.
It disintegrates and decomposes and falls
apart,
into the soil.
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Junior Year in a Nutshell
Studying like my life depends on it
Prepping like my life depends on it
Driving like my life depends on it
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