Tuesday, March 26, 2013


In high school,
I had an hour on the bus every day after school.

I was never bored,
looking out the window
to notice the things that changed
from day to day.


In life, there are things to be noticed.

Like when you're talking to someone,

the muscles jumping
underneath their face,

the shadow of their eyelashes
on their cheeks
when the light hits right,

the sound of a boy's hand
rubbing his five o'clock shadow.

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