Tragedy (poem)

 

I watched you walk to school,
that building by the trees.
There were other people around;
dancing, singing, climbing clouds, shooting skeet.

There were big red circles around your head,
and your hair split in golden buns.
Your legs were exposed because the
sun was out.

I saw you earlier, laying down on
a rock. I walked past you with
my hands in my pockets.
Maybe you saw me.
It was really sunny out
and I had a bright yellow shirt on.

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