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Jordan M. Rios Gaining DaysWinding 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 . . .
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[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]
Copyright © 2002-2010 Student Publishing Program (SPP). Poetry and prose © 2002-2010 by individual authors. Reprinted with permission.
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