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The ice dragged down the desk
as dreams were slashed
and nouns were tickled
and bluebells whispered to the pessimistic hawks

As dreams were slashed
she called his name
and bluebells whispered to the pessimistic hawks
and he hid his face in negativity

She called his name
like stifled greetings
and he hid his face in negativity
'you're such a slacker' she said

Like stifled greetings
her sky-lit eyes welcomed the warming rain
'you're such a slacker' she said
and the bubbled rain played Water Music

Her sky-lit eyes welcomed the warming rain
'why would she want to leave him?'
and the bubbled rain played Water Music
a halo in the hands of a demon

'Why would she want to leave him?'
when solutions slid like star-gazed Swallowtails
a halo in the hands of a demon
and all she lost was left to find

When solutions slid like star-gazed Swallowtails
she was left alone: fondly antisocial
when all she lost was left to find
but all she'd found was traffic


Molly Vozick-Levinson

This work received a Gold Award in The Scholastic Art & Writing Awards of 2002.
For more information about The Awards, go to www.artandwriting.org.

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