Sunlight warms my face
And the concrete beneath my feet
Leaves imprints on my soles.
Tufts of grass
Sway flimsily.
A bare tree with the potential
To wear a floral crown
Watches pliant dandelions
Succumb to
A
Swift
Breeze.
And the concrete beneath my feet
Leaves imprints on my soles.
Tufts of grass
Sway flimsily.
A bare tree with the potential
To wear a floral crown
Watches pliant dandelions
Succumb to
A
Swift
Breeze.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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