Poet’s Corner: 3/20/17

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By Kathryn Andes

Freshman

Peanut butter cup wrappers

wrinkle under our thighs

We hide under the stars

and roll in the soft summer grass

The moon and sky shine above

And the fire burns bright beneath

Hand in hand we stand by the river

Looking at our tiny teenage reflections

We throw love stones into the water,

And spark flames to floating lanterns

Each splash draws another set of sore eyes closer.

Baiting them with your cheeky banter.

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