The Butler Pennsylvania Poems


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 think her that way too,
so he might want
to win her over, entangle her,
as I imagined,
for himself—

and me, without his knowing.

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