1, 2, 3 Go

A poem by Alex Ewing

Sneakers squeaking,
Black tar pavement,
Little rock like edges
Increasing the heat.
Sun barreling down.

Two square,
So thirsty…
Line at the water fountain,
Water so cold.
1, 2, 3 go,
My teacher says.

Not enough time,
Still dehydrated.
Need more,
Trying to beat the clock.
1, 2, 3, go,
My teacher says.

The sun going down,
In glory, satisfied.

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