And the little boy cries on
the sidewalk for the loss of the
worms, dried out by the sun after a rain.
Eat them! the birds cry
into the dark of the tree tops and the inside of
his head. Their words become echoes in his
brain.
the sidewalk for the loss of the
worms, dried out by the sun after a rain.
Eat them! the birds cry
into the dark of the tree tops and the inside of
his head. Their words become echoes in his
brain.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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