Waiting to Turn This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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My head bends down at the coffee-colored brick parking lot,
Dark moss finding its way through the many cracks ,
The cracks lead to a maroon Honda Civic,
Its right taillight held on by a massive quantity of duct tape,
Rust sits over the bumper,
There is a sticker that reads “I Went To Graceland”
With a picture of Elvis,
Over the car there is a brick building.
This brick is a faded red and there is ivy growing up it.
At the second story there is a window.
Looking out of this window is an old woman, perhaps about eighty-five.
Her chin is rested on her fist and her gold wedding ring is digging into

her cheek.
She has white, wispy hair and the lightest baby blue eyes I have ever seen.
Where the building touched the evening sky there was a light, white cloud,

Waiting to turn pink in the sunset.


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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