sunbeam
shining on your face
heavenly spotlight on your book
which is old and smells like a library closet
but you wanted it anyway
and now you read it
in the shade
of that tree in the backyard
they say they didn’t plant
but it’s here now
so you sit
with the cookies
your mother made not an hour ago
and filled the tiny tiled kitchen
with desert heat
which made you thirsty
and you got a glass
of lemonade
your father made
lemon candy sweet for ten seconds
then
sour hits your mouth like a golden gloves boxer
and mama can’t stand that
but dad likes it
and so do you
so you drink the golden gloves lemonade
and eat those cookies your mother made
under the mysterious tree
with the book
which smells old
like the library
and it’s all so much
that
you fall asleep
Grade: 11
Mt. Pleasant
Washington, DC
I like them all (Okay, most)
Part of me wants to do acting and playwriting, and also poetry and stories, and writing graphic novels.
Can’t choose from my list.