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Cherry blossoms and dogwoods are blooming these days, and so (apparently) is love in our middle school. So many whisperings of who likes who are floating through the air, and so many rumors of who likes who are swirling back (it is middle school, after all). I see furtive looks, sweet smiles, and gossipy clusters of kids with hearts aflutter.
It is Spring, and love is blooming…
We’re thirteen, almost fourteen,
And so much in love
We want the years to pass—
Clouds roll at super speed, rains fall,
Flowers unfold and die at the snap
Of our fingers. I want to stuff sand
Through a fat hourglass,
And rip the pages from the calendar.
Let me blow candles from my cake.
Let my puppy stretch to full size.
When we turn eighteen,
Time will become a canoe on a still lake.