Photo by Evie S.
Life of a Leaf
Rocco Ricca
I sit on the floor
as the teacher reads
“Life of a Leaf.”
Slowly withering as winter approaches.
The school’s been closed for ten years now.
I had a dream once
where I stood in the gymnasium
while you stood across from me.
I’m not sure who you are anymore
but you meant something to me then.
You’ve faded away.
Lupita asks if I remember how it smelt.
Water balloons hit me.
It’s field day.
Small yellow shirts line the grass
running and laughing.
It was all so long ago.
All that’s left is snow.
Rocco Ricca
I sit on the floor
as the teacher reads
“Life of a Leaf.”
Slowly withering as winter approaches.
The school’s been closed for ten years now.
I had a dream once
where I stood in the gymnasium
while you stood across from me.
I’m not sure who you are anymore
but you meant something to me then.
You’ve faded away.
Lupita asks if I remember how it smelt.
Water balloons hit me.
It’s field day.
Small yellow shirts line the grass
running and laughing.
It was all so long ago.
All that’s left is snow.