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

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   Beach Day

Clouds puffed up
like roosters.

A swirl of jet smoke
in the azurean
blue

Green liquid
lapping

Just beaching
and nothing on mind's horizon.

My feet walk away with my mind,
Another life calls to me.

by A. K., Marshfield, MA


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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