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.
