The Mango Colored Cento
By Ms. Woodard’s B Block Creative Writing Class: Emily Curry, Adam Messinger, Will Rayman, Elizabeth Cho, Nicki Santora, Alli Hawk, Jenna Galowich, Morgan McMinn, Gabriela Plazas, Makayla Dalphonse, and Cailin Dorsey.
The girls wore their plaid skirts pulled so high; miles of tanned thigh separated their knee high socks.
Cigarette smoke wafts into the misty air,
its stale smell mingles with the musty smoke
emitted from factories.
I am divine days
and confused adolescence.
Are the eyes of millions of others wishing they were her?
Was it a simple act of kindness?
the velocity of the butterfly is now intensifying
A state of pure serenity.
The mango colored water.
The sun had set on yet another day, and I was ready to wake up the next day and start all over again.
I listened to my consistent soft step on the hard pavement,
as I walked the now familiar streets,
located a mile below the 22 pairs of leather shoes dangling in the wind.
Nerves tingled the bottoms of their feet.