walking around the point. lulu's panting past the sunbathers look up or text. i was going to try to see where my head was at but it doesn't mat, that's where it's at. 

   

Until then, every forest

had wolves in it, we thought

it would be fun to wear snowshoes

all the time, and we could talk to water.

 

So who is this woman with the gray

breath calling out names and pointing

to the little desks we will occupy

for the rest of our lives?

(First Grade—Ron Koertge)