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Tuesday, October 2, 2012
"Good afternoon,"
I said with a smile
Once you answered my Skype call.
"How are you today?"
"I'm great,"
You answered,
Equally enthused.
"I take it you are, too?"
"I am.
And you know why?"
"Why?"
"I finished one whole college application,"
I answered
With a proud grin
Stuck on my face.
"That's awesome!
How many more are you going to apply to?"
I took a deep breath,
Dreading that answer
That's been looming over my head.
"Many more.
How many are you applying to?"
"Three."
Three.
If only I could've made a decision earlier.
"Good afternoon,"
I said with a smile
Once you answered my Skype call.
"How are you today?"
"I'm great,"
You answered,
Equally enthused.
"I take it you are, too?"
"I am.
And you know why?"
"Why?"
"I finished one whole college application,"
I answered
With a proud grin
Stuck on my face.
"That's awesome!
How many more are you going to apply to?"
I took a deep breath,
Dreading that answer
That's been looming over my head.
"Many more.
How many are you applying to?"
"Three."
Three.
If only I could've made a decision earlier.
Literature
First Flight
How frightening that first flight must have been,
hearts racing into the unknown,
and I should wonder how those men felt
at the first takeoff into the air,
gusts of wind beneath fragile wings,
if not for loving you.
Literature
Sink or swim
He stood on the dock
One foot reluctantly planted
The other standing at the ready
Like that fleeting moment
Suspended in mid-air
Gleefully anticipating the water on your skin
Yet apprehensive of those undiscovered depths
Which have yet to be kissed by sunlight
She dove in head-fist
Through the reeds and the icy darkness
And watched from below
As the light fragmented
Along the rippled surface
How stunning it was
Even in the deepest and feared unknown
Especially there.
In the light and in the dark
There was only him
He watched as she held her breath
Shackled by his own mind
Wanting for that planted foot
To be freed from its hesitations
Literature
deluge
you swept over me
like a sudden summer rain,
your thunder echoed
in my ears as your whispered
words of endearment
settled into the dimples of
my cheeks,
warming them with the dying
rays of a hazy summer sun;
and like lightning dancing in the heat
your calloused hands danced
across sunburnt shoulders
until the skies
turned an inky grey—
and I was drenched.
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