Have you ever seen some clothing on a line?
Sunny flapping, bleaching white
Bits of fabric, strings, straps hanging fine,
They put up with the wind, they wave, they fight.
Month: January 2019
The second period bell rang shrilly in my ears. My history teacher yelled something about homework at our retreating backs as we hurried out of his classroom. I headed towards the large classroom where Miss Whitley taught second period choir. The rest of the girls who had chosen the choir elective moved in a surging crowd ahead of me, chattering and laughing. The place started to sound like the bird exhibit at the zoo. The boys went on to whatever class they had next—only trebles practiced second period, and the boys practiced fifth. This was easy to do in a small middle school like ours, and only about thirty girls had chosen the choir elective anyways. Besides, I doubted the teachers or rest of the students missed us much.
Tracks happen at the beach
Tracks like whispers in the sand
Hermet crab
Seagull
Pickup truck
I, a hawk, sitting high up in the trees
Looking out over my kingdom, I’m thinking
What do I have which makes me powerful?
Once, long ago, a young girl lived. When she was a baby, she cried just as loudly as the other babies. When she was a child, she played with her simple toys just like the other children she knew. When she grew a little older, she had races and games just like the other children. But there was one difference which separated her from others.
She was the best artist in the entire world.