In the Field
By Gia, age 16, Florida
Under the winter sky, she'll sit cross-legged in the field, waiting for the downpour.
The owl flies overhead, while her world falls away.
The clouds move overhead, shifting the light of the moon.
Sit in your old, run down car, with the music on low, as she starts to feel love.
Lust for her through dreams.
Grow nostalgic for the hints of her perfume.
The crickets serenade her as she slowly drifts off to sleep in the field full of dreams.