Untitled This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   So will you come see me in concert someday
singing to myself?
you can catch yourself on the threshold
when you stop by tonight
listen for the notes
- only slightly off key.
in this blank little corner
i face the round blue-grey pebbles
we collect from the sea
you say they were glass once,
but now they are water jewels.
This makes you laugh and your voice
fills me up
like the sea glass beads
plunk, plunk
into the jar we keep on the shelf.

by K. M., Merrimack, NH


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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