You can taste
The dryness in the air
At the school-yard.
Choking;
Like the cloud of smoke
In front of Mr Finnigan's shop.
The birds
Are quieter now
That summer
Is at its height,
The absence
Of their crows
Leaving an emptiness
In our days.
A lone magpie
Stands strong
Against the swarm
Of teens leaving
Their classrooms.
Its wings
black and white,
Are like a shield,
Against the dust
And noise
Of a Friday afternoon.
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Life On Hold
RomanceA young country girl's life is put on hold by her grandmother's cancer and she goes into the city in search of something to make her whole again. She finds it in a young man. PLEASE LEAVE VOTES AND COMMENTS AND SHARE THIS STORY AROUND! xxx
