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 beautiful, like I did—
so he might win her over
like he could
for both of us.   



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