Sixth Grade Date
maple's lowest limbs just stubs
from girl's daily ascents
dream of sharing a treetop hideout
ended when the red haired boy couldn't climb up
his notes no longer sent across the classroom
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This years prompts from Poetic Asides
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- Robin Morris
- This blog contains entries at the intersection of my competing interests: teaching, writing poetry, opening to God, growing older, etc. You may see some of my rough poetic attempts at Daily Yawp. I love comments!
This is lovely, Robin.
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