Summer Bliss

blue falls into pink falls into orange
as clouds dust the sky, they walk slowly—
alone, like the boy whose hands cradle
a piece of paper except he’s running and
I wonder if he, too, would like time to stop—
to take a breath and capture the moment
of the sunset before the fallen leaves
fluttering around touch his head, but his eyes
cast towards my window and I flinch,
thinking our eyes met, but he’s gone
before I realize and maybe, he was unaware
of what happens around him and I think
maybe, it would be nice to live
with a little bit of ignorance

By Raven.

(she/her)

Raven is a staff writer Ashamed, read more about her on our TEAM! page.

Edited by: Eda Saridogan

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