An Ode to A.J.B.
By Anne, age 18, Florida
Hello early morning sunrise
over a flat-topped lake.
I look for you, not body but soul.
We are the egos of warriors,
drenched in sweat, chests heaving.
The longer I search, the farther you get
until almost permanently silenced by
crime-drama cop shows and corny but cute punch lines.
The only thing that consoles me is
how you looked in the moonlight.
Even now it is enough to enthrall me.
I pray to find you again someday,
to stop searching through the trash cans
for your long lost magic, but also long found.
Though you kiss her all the more,
I still hope you think of me when you do.
But that's not fair to her ...
Live on, my love.
And raise a toast to air.
