A Familiar Tune This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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My bare legs slide between the smooth sheets of my bed.
Yawning, I absorb the crisp coolness
in the stuffy warmth of my room.
My house is dark and quiet, the silence
of a desert.

Cicadas buzz
through my screened window.
They are constant and unceasing:
the hum of 2 a.m.
Then the train:

something I expect
but savor,

breaking

the hum.
Like an owl, it is calm and muted,
whoo, whoo-ing
through the blackberry-colored night.

The flashing stoplights splash a
yellow yield
at even intervals across my eyelids
as the stars rain

down
upon my mind.

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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