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On Sunday,
you are twenty-seven
and I am next to you
smiling,

in this year of firsts
I am cataloging
loving moments in charts
and with letters.

In the evening,
I will be baking you a cake
with fruit or with chocolate.
On Sunday I will travel

upstate with a waterfall
in my ear.
-Hannah

his sonnets were taken
From poetry and writers admired
Lines he loved he re-connected
I didn't know

Landscape alters as
Buildings go up and down
Trees die
Signs rust

I can feel I'm getting older
It frightens me to think
Am I out of newness
Can a day feel endless

There are many ways to read signs
Removed from their true intention 
-KM