you need something poetic
for your song
like seafoam green walls
bare and picture-less
a sun-soaked sky
above a crashing waterfall
or a hat blown off in the wind
a crazy mind that can interpret numbers
a child deep within the coves of slumber
you need a rhyme to make a dime
some guitar strings
and a little time
something to sing about
and a steady beat
like footsteps in the night
on an abandoned street
by Kelly Evans, ’08
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Alicia Brucker, ‘17
Nicole Mezzanotte2013
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