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 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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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 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.
Next Home
Comment