Yesterday March dew dripped between mounds of asphalt You reminisced the dust that sagged down the mien of the playground While memories of marigolds crawling out of craned ospreys that circled and circled the chasm of everlasting youth resurged. Tomorrow dusk will hit speckled rooftops at a fine angle, Bouncing light off to the moon where paper airplanes Glide amongst the blossoms your mama loved. But thunder will break as all good things will come to an end.
Katherine Wei is currently a sophomore attending BASIS Chandler in Arizona. She likes to skateboard and paint acrylic portraits. Her writing has been recognized by Scholastic Art and Writing Awards and published in many literary journals.
The Mire 