The Butler Pennsylvania Poems



Awakening


She was a senior in High School,
I a fifth grader,
with an eye for her, watching
to glimpse her
coming by, afternoons
when school was over.

I liked her being so grown-up
and wanted my big brother
to see her that way too,
so he might vie
to win her over,  
as I hoped he would:
for himself—and me,
without his knowing.


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