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Franjola, SL, When It’s Cold Again

FRANJOLA, SL

SL Franjola
Age: 15, Grade: 10

School Name: Fiorello H. LaGuardia High School of Music & Art and Performing Arts, New York, NY
Educator: Joy Franjola

Category: Poetry

When It’s Cold Again

I remember summer in bits and pieces
drops of honey across my shoulders
and sweet words sliding from my brow
my lips, 
ice cold and humming.

There’s too bright green and too bright yellow
all my senses choked on floral perfume
and bile rising up my throat
there’s nothing breathing in the garden
save for myself and the ego that sits with me

Oh.
And the daisy.
She drags me to quiet.
Stays my thoughts in lemonade
not too bright anything

slid her stem around my neck,
freckled with scratches, blinding
she deals in happy
hands it out like hard candies
and makes everything slow

like my thoughts,
that chased each other as
porcelain horses on a carousel
forever striving at the hooves
of the one in front.