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Brownie
by
Elizabeth Maua Taylor
A clod of cool earth
Gets squished between your toes
On this late afternoon.
We sit on the bench,
Being careful of the splinters.
I still smell the sandalwood
In your burnished hair,
And your eyes, a dark shade of coffee
Cannot be still,
Taking in the woods.
The leaves now turn a kaleidoscope of tweeds,
The air now smells of school
And September.
You're going off to college
And I miss you.
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