Elementary Solace


paper listens with

out judgement no day comes when

ink prints the page who


soaks up tears naked questions 

will never tell 3rd 

grade harvest time my ripened


rhymes fed published eyes

one of the very few times 

school had it right the


kindling of me dreaming what

I write first spark to

a celebrated fire

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