Oh, look at the leaves.
Look at how they fly.
Look at how they circle,
Freckling the sky.
Look at how they shimmer
in the last dance
of their lives.
I hope I go like that
when the light fades from my eyes.
Falling further, faster,
yet somehow still alive
One girl’s lanky frame against the dark turf field,
lit up by fluorescent lights
She saunters toward the building
holding another girl’s hand
The screen stares back at me:
9:30 pm,
an unfinished assignment,
a deadline due.
My weary chest heaves a heavy breath.
"Don't wait for permission to do something creative." - Ava DuVernay
Comments
This made me smile. "Freckling the sky" gives fantastic imagery
Thank you! I'm glad it made you smile :)
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