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The Leaving This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

By baileysul, Guilford, CT

Street lamps, placed like
stars, light the path momentarily.
I knew the road by daylight –
flowers opening to the sun and
fuzzy moss,
a drop off with
a step out of rhythm.
In the night the gravel
pokes me, my bare feet become
confused and my hands
reach to catch
a falling star.
Foxes shout moon songs
and I too speak to space,
listening for another universe.
At a crossroads, I lose
my way and there are too many choices
and not enough time, and I feel
the beginning warmth of daylight's grin
and realize it is late.

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