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

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And the wind whips the unsteady fingers
of rain, like the swirls and whirls
of ice-cream in cones
melting on my unsteady fingers,
on a sun-stricken holiday
belonging to a place
in which I don’t belong
until the rain and I meet
in recognition
and open fingers

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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