The best part of the school year was sitting behind Sarah. She wrote with the best handwriting, especially as my eyes copied her test. I would rove with my eyes, inconspicuously, at her paper. She was my conspirator with nice big round circles around the letters. It was a rush. It was like fishing up a river and all the fish jumping in the basket. For when she caught a king salmon, I caught one, too. In time I had a crush on her. Not because of fish and compassion. For she had such mystery behind those chocolates that melted my insides, and she was very tall like me. Plus she had heart, especially if I needed paper and pen, which was often. There were times she would watch me put my homework in my back pocket and hold a grin. I like that. Did I say she was cute? A few times we'd talk after class, and like a landed fish, I was biting on her hook. One day the rapids turned and I gathered all my pent up courage and asked her to the bunny hop. It would be fun, I pleaded. She looked back into my peering eyes, her lips a singing. Those black bears on the river standing watch, letting out a huge roar.
Logan Robertson
3/10/2019
Inspired from following a poetry contest at PS, titled a schooltime crush. I read all the entry's and it gave me the motivation to give it a try. Note-In this poems introduction I write how being the recepient of Sarah's windfall, where the river fish are jumping in my bssket so to speak. When she catches a big king I catch one. Of course I'm jesting in my writing. But to the black bears fishing the river, standing watch, are seeing that me and Sarah are getting closer they let out a roar in protest because more fish will soon be jumping into my basket. That's where my imagination takes me.
