February 7, 2009
By Katie Radin BRONZE, Livingston, New Jersey
Katie Radin BRONZE, Livingston, New Jersey
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August burns up the sky
and I tie up the loose
ends of summer with a goodbye
to the fate that fades
like sunburn on my skin.
I remember I used to hide
from the heat on those sticky
afternoons spent in the woods.
I would steal your easy breaths,
claim them as my own as we explored
the rocky path where we could not
help but stumble upon ourselves.
We'd crash together,
into the rocks, debris
and raw uncertainty
of each other's arms.
By then I had caught my breath,
yet I still could not help but
gasp for air as we fell.

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