Like a flock of startled birds
flapping out their wings for flight
umbrellas in the crowd
open wide. They bob like
bottles in a stream, colors
catching eyes but secrets
corked inside. The taxi drivers
honk like geese & grab which
fish they can, pluck one
up then drag it off with
squeals and round the corners with
a calling screech.
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heyo! my name is evelyn and i like things like stories, people, elephants, hot tea, chocolate, dancing in the rain and reading poetry out loud in the dark and also driving with the windows down and music up. i’m homeschooled. i’m in highschool. i name my plants weird names.
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the rain-drenched writer. 