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Mike Frenkel

We No Longer See

the young girl 
seated against a tree
arms wrapped 
around
bent knees
looking up as yellow leaves
alight,

the young boy’s ear dipped
to the cacophony of waves
rushing to and fro,
louder and dimmer,

the young man meandering alone
on a worn path 
through green woods
collar raised, hands in pockets
against a steady wind
as the sun’s rays  
peek through
and illuminate the turns,

the teen seated alone on a park bench
far from her parents’ 
picnic blanket
picking at the spot on her face
she is certain everyone can see
and watching young lovers
walk by 
holding hands
and leaning in 
to whisper.

Instead, they sit 
cross-legged on their beds 
rattling their screens 
with frantic thumbs
like Benjamin banging fists
on the church balcony window
and screaming,
“Elaine! Elaine!”

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THE COURTSHIP OF WINDS

© 2015 by William Ray

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