Bright shoes, clean laces
for three mile races
Thursday afternoon on the home course
when tummy flutters force
me to bolt sooner than I planned.
Sharp pencils, crisp books
Interesting looks
from the boy in the next row.
Will he ever know
more than just my face in the classroom?
Summer stories, hallway chatter
What’s the matter?
Didn’t you enjoy the school break?
No, I couldn’t shake
the lonesomeness of home after morning practice.
Blazing heat, Happy Birthday!
Wish there were a better way
to say I’m grateful you’re here,
if only for a year
or two during my life’s journey.
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