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Shannon Woods

Memorial Drive

One by one
The lights number
The problems that
The city grumbles
With anxiety.
Behind a window
A child graces a
Chilled pane
In a dark room.
The glass fogs
In a long winded sigh.
In two motions, she
Traces a heart with
The tip of her finger,
Framing a lone boat
Sparked by the wind.

And life is beautiful again.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]