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      July 23, 2016The Beauty We Don’t SeeClay Mills

      Followed by pigeons
      And an untamable stench
      A man closes fingers around a newly found meal
      His bloodshot eyes watch the streets
      His white beard floats
      As the cold approaches
      He huddles within the confinement
      Of a worn black coat
      Sitting on stone steps
      Covered with blankets and shirts
      Two companions beg
      For the occasional penny
      From a passerby
      And clutch at a self-made sign
      Beneath bridges
      The wheels of carts screech
      The men and women talk
      They are grateful
      One puts an arm around another
      One hands another
      His worn black coat

      from 2016 RYPA

      Clay Mills (age 13)

      Why do you like to write poetry?

      “Poetry is a way to convey many messages with the same lines. It gives me a more abstract way to express the way I see the world and interpret it. When I write poetry, I am able to express myself in a way that only poetry allows me to. While writing poetry, I feel I can do anything.”

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