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      August 10, 2024Loose BrickSophia Hall

      On the last Saturday of August,
      an ambulance sirened past Valley Forge.
      Your red Toyota was our caboose.
      The cyclists who found me, squashed,
      waved and went on.
      Above me, a clean-shaven man in white smiled.
      He told me I was brave.
      Your electric toothbrush
      vanished from Mom’s medicine cabinet.
      My kitsch cast was claustrophobic with sharpie.
      The maple trees out my window turned red.
      How did the Continental soldiers survive
      six months of wind whipped backs?
      Were chalk blue fingers
      suffering as usual?
      Maybe if there was no Days Inn
      no road trip no grasshopper girl
      no garden wall     no loose brick
      no tumble              no pavement
      no falling                  no crumple
      no left arm,         cracked in two
      maybe you   would  have stayed.

       

      from 2024 RYPA

      Sophia Hall (age 14)

      Why do you like to write poetry?

      “Writing poetry not only allows me to express gratitude for the seemingly ordinary moments that compose my life but also lets me heal from childhood and current events. In my poetry, I believe that the personal is powerful and political. I hope that when people read my poetry, they find companionship and feel a little less alone.”

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