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Jordan M. Rios

Gaining Days

Winding down;

The air,
a mixture of impending warmth,
crisp Spring,
and auras of moisture,

it lulls me
Awake.

I enjoy the silence as I walk,
the creatures,
and this murky sky.
small peaks of sunlight

striving to make it all better
Again.

Can you hear me coming?
Shoes are eager,
dragging dirty pants and shoelaces,
leaving lines of bubbles

on that pretty, glistening
Pavement.

Elsewhere, in this forest
dawn glistens to signify the morn
a fawn emerges from a mother’s soft embrace;

A wriggling infant
awakes in his crib, eager to start the day
waiting for her, to Lift him up;

Winter,
she is weakening,
her last breath calling me to find you
let her release me.

Still, I ask

Can you hear me coming
at all?
Might we survive
these winding, gaining days?

c a r p e d i e m

s e i z e t h e d a y . . .

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]