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Sierra R May 2010
Easy, up and catch!
Easy, up and catch!
Feel the boat glide
Long, smooth, graceful
Then slowly, easy
Catch!
Drive the knees towards the deck
Swing into the bow
Feel the boat Jump!
Squeezing the shoulder blades
Quiet, relaxed
Deep, dark puddles
Then relaxed, slowly, easy
Catch!
Everyone together
Exactly the same
Moving, gliding the shell forward
Towards the finish line
Ten strokes left!
Five!
One, last, powerful drive…
One, smooth, clean exit…
The bow breaks the finish line
You collapse
But you won!
Sierra R May 2010
A lone blue button
In the palm of my left hand
Fell off my right sleeve
Sierra R May 2010
Screeching and wheezing
At the end of the platform
Breathes crowds in and out.

Where are they going
In such a rush; shoving and
Pushing everyone?

Watching, listening
Wait! Stop! That’s my train! Out of
My way! Whew, made it!
Sierra R May 2010
Standing, studying
Soaking in the atmosphere all around
I close my eyes.
Inhale deeply…
Don’t you smell it?
Millions of lives; the world is so full of life!
Ants, carrying home dinners ten times their size,
Fish bubbling around the streams,
New grass making its first leap towards the sun –
Everything struggling against everything else.
This is the magical dance of life.

*Don’t you dance?
Sierra R May 2010
you are my sister
despite the lack of blood relation
mi hermana de una otra mama
ok, so it doesn't rhyme
but so what?
remember the time
we went clubbing in new cal?
i felt like cinderella
on the stroke of midnight...*

and "our" boys
funny that we called them that
they were never looking to be owned
but we had good times together
nonetheless
Sierra R May 2010
Sam
Evening fell
Soft as a black velvet curtain.
A mild breeze played around the trees
And ruffled our hair.
I'd just met you
Roaring in I came
You with your guitar
Came to welcome me at the dock,
To invite me to sit
To listen and laugh
To forget, for some small time,
That small's the only time I have.
You strummed
We talked
About small, insignificant things
And laughed
There was much laughter that night.
I strummed a few chords
Hesitantly accepting the audience
Laughingly bemoaning my inability to play
Later, we talked of life
of stupid teachers
strange students
the quirks of this world in which we live.
We threw watermelons
joking together as the stars grew more pronounced over head.
Moments of comfortable silence,
A fitting prelude to the night's end.
Sierra R May 2010
LAX
Running down the field
The wind blowing in my face
Hot sun on my neck

Sliding into place
Stopping her forward motion
Forcing a bad pass

Picking the ball up
Cradling in my stick
Lacrosse sets me free.
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