For Summer
I hear the chant, "I like Fridays."
Over
and
over.
Whispers and talking
to avoid the task
at
hand.
Fascination and laughter
of a life, I call my own.
Why can't I be interesting too?
For Trever
Food, food, food
on my mind.
Thinking of what is to come.
Popcorn,
apples,
pears,
egg,
juice,
granola bar,
fruit roll up....
How will I ever decide?
I may need to think some more.
For All Kids
Eyes following me
as I walk across the room
Eyes avoiding me
as I try to stare them down
Eyes watching me
as I sneeze
repeatedly.
Eyes sneaking glances
and secrets across the room.
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