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I can feel the subtle vibrations under my seat
And hear the computerized voice say,
"Turn onto North Eshman Avenue."
While I stare at the blur outside,
...
I remember when we picked you up in rainy downtown Atlanta
My seven-year-old hands wiped water from the window
As I saw you and Dad smoking Marlboro Reds
And talking beside the open sign of a Taco Veloz
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Each puddle's mirrored sheen
Shatters in way of my worn out Nike Trainers.
Water drops explode toward me,
Like an old cartoon man saying, 'Darn you kids! '
...
Except the jackets on the door hanger
morph into a towering man.
His cape rests on his shoulders
six-plus feet above the ground.
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White is a no colored plaster
Used to fix the hole in the wall.
It is a reason I run faster.
Across the line I can put the football.
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3: 30 pm is break time,
a chance to sit down, eat lunch and watch ESPN.
A high pitched yelp common to office commotion.
Muscles contract as deliberate and instinctive
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There once was a desert behind the restaurant,
And there was an oasis on the other side.
The desert could be changed though.
Sometimes it was Fenway Park,
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I am from Mississippi and attend a math and science school. I have played sports and worked in my parent's restaurant for most of my life. Most of my works will be coming out of my Creative Writing assignments.)
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A Foggy Window
I can feel the subtle vibrations under my seat
And hear the computerized voice say,
"Turn onto North Eshman Avenue."
While I stare at the blur outside,
The chill permeating the glass window numbs my right temple
I know what the blurs are though:
Buildings, people, a fence, a sign.
But if I set my eyes on an object for long enough,
I can see the significance of each one.
I can see the building has a glass double door.
I can see groups of people standing in the cold
All wearing red and black.
Each person waits to hand a paper to the lady at the door.
A 17-foot light-up sign stands behind a white picket fence
Screaming in lettered squares,
Cheers that I used to know.
Cheers that resonate deep in my core.
Cheerleaders in black uniform,
Rumbling feet on wooden bleachers,
And last second buzzer beaters
All flood into my senses.
But it's not the same.
I can only wish to return to the glory days,
Those sepia toned moments with my team.
I'm not sure why I left.
My memory is foggy,
Kind of like my window.
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