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Adolescence

by t. l. cummings on August 7, 2017

Stars crowned our small prairie town

as crickets and toads whirred

and croaked their warm, summer songs

 

We laid on our backs in the meadow’s

open sea, felt the first kiss of sweetgrass

listened to nature and each other

 

Our eyes tracked a satellite

streaming to the other side of the world

The boy pointed out the Big Dipper

 

and I showed him the North Star

We knew our tug of gravity

had nothing to do with stars

 

— t. l. cummings

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From: Non-Rhyming Poetry
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2 Comments Post a comment
  1. rugby843 #

    I can picture this petfectly. Loved it.

    Liked by 1 person

    August 26, 2017
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