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Cardboard Castles

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The snowflakes flutter wet against my face.

The slush seeps into my boots and dampens my socks.

The car doors leave water crystals on my fingers.

I am somehow infinitely comforted by the fact

that I leave behind a small boy who still remembers how

to make castles out of cardboard boxes.

Because of him I stop to study

the snowflakes on my dark sleeve.

Because of him I remember

to quietly catch one on my tongue.

My classmates would think me strange,

for taking so much delight in such a nuisance.

But they have no one at home

to build them cardboard castles.

My Writing

“The Summons”

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This is a little poem I wrote while Becca was in Italy last summer. . .  It’s rather melodramatic and sentimental, but I’m quite proud of how consistent the rhyming is:

The summons is echoing across the waves,
To the one who slays and the one who saves.
The voice calls low, and thou must go;
The song of farewell hath found me.

I smell the tang of gulls and brine,
I feel thy hand slip out of mine.
Blow me a kiss, through the mist;
I know that it shall find me.

The black oars dip in the green waves fast,
I know our parting hath come at last.
Watching the foam, I’ll stand alone;
‘Till you come back to find me.