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vacation
at least one
red white blue starry flag
big or small
billowing from the golden flagpoles that adorn
at least every house
in this country,
proclaiming
nationalism capitalism idiocy.
at least one
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went strawberry picking today
summer means
sun-kissed still-warm
strawberry, red -
not lip gloss but staining my everything
as I eat it slower than snails, slower than I should
while lounging on a rock
river mermaid come to life
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abandoned
red kayak
alone
drifting with the gentle breeze
in the middle of the lake
water droplets
beads
of shining glass
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Last Day of School
I wrote this poem about a month ago, and I recited it at Fifth Grade Night on Wednesday, June 12, and just this morning at my graduation.
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is this what graduation feels like?
Fifth grade in my school is when
one of the kindergartners is your
book buddy,
when we read to them every Friday morning,
and when we leave,
it's when we mourn
the loss of our little friend
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it's an adventure
my best friend
lives up the street from me
today is sunday
at one pm we'll meet up,
go chasing after the tantalizing jingle
that roams our neighborhood every weekend,
announcing cold sugary treats,
Loves
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you already know summer
you've felt
the brambles and sweat,
the curl of berry-stained lips.
you've seen
the cornflower sky stolen
by a red-orange river,
the evening still thick
with lightning bugs and laughter.
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Written in The Notes App While Listening to Sad Songs
I don’t know if I’m pretty enough for this world,
I’ve got scars from every adventure I’ve ever had.
I’ve got acne and spots no matter what I do and what I eat.
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Something to Learn
We have something to learn from
(the toddler who smiled
while he peeled his banana
and ate it in five bites
and gave us all high fives)
(the lady with orange glasses gray hair
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january 24th, 2010
her voice sounded heavy to her, filled
with the unnamed emotion
everyone had told her to expect. except
she hadn't. she'd rolled
her eyes at the shiny pamphlets and blog posts
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In Between The Lines
Give me your tired, your poor, we say.
We will return them overworked and underpaid.
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Borders
Sat down drew
on a piece of paper
the land
we knew.
Sat down drew
lines between
us
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them
it's a squiggle here
decided,
the river's clear
ly a bound