sticks lifted his hands off his shoulders
and he was controlled like a marionette
as he walked downstaring across the
street with a bag
slung over one shoulder and a grimace
on his face as if all his thoughts
were weighing in his jansport and they
were awfully too heavy for him to carry
though he stayed to lift weights after school
with his so called buddies and his older brothers
who ran the gym
she danced across the street and her skirt
was tickling the ground with the bright
petals brushing on the grey cement leaving not
more than a moment of a linger and her eyes
were a whirl as she spun out of a joggers way
sashaying her hair in the messy braid she had spent
her whole english period on because she was
boycotting the way her teacher stood
in front of the room and murdered poetry
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