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Poetry, Grades 7 – 9: Second Place
The Leaf Will Be You — Sararosa Davies
You remind me of a fallen leaf
being carried by the wind;
falling, floating, a swifter ocean
while I’m the little kid; brisk breath and warm hands
With my fingers slender–blanketed
in a velvet layer of fabric skin
My legs are needles, sewing a swift pattern
Through the crisp apple air
I run, jump, then tumble
trying to catch you, the leaf, while
I can As this day leaves us
With the sun signing out–
I bid you a farewell
I send a message of hot chocolate
lapping at our tongues
And the wicked embers of a fire
inviting us for a day in,
in two days or tomorrow
Our when and where may change
Evolving from a jump into a chex mix of leaves
To a war between castles –molded by sand paper hands
No matter how the sky looks or how the air remembers
Whether it’s a silent gray
Or a pulsing sheet of blue
I’ll still be the kid
and the leaf will be you
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