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Found Her Space
by Jonathan Richard Cring
Hustling along the common square
Delirious with hope, yet barely aware
Something living, growing inside
Closing her mind, let it abide
Living in the moment seems safe and sane
Worrying of ‘morrows, what will she obtain?
Did she like her? Did they agree?
For all to see, how can it be
That happiness can end this careless tale
Fools are found to always fail
Just give her a chance to make a scheme
Perhaps a door to allow for her dream
To be what she wanted–no common fool
Find her place in the school
Two, three, four o’clock
One more time around the block
Raincoat sniffs of old worn tires
Almost forgot, then the memory fires
Walking in the open door
There’s the boy–nothing more
No place to go and find retreat
Time and truth finally meet
So girl became a mother
And mother birthed brother
Jarring moment in reality
Mercifully immersed in vitality
Though the freshman lost her place
The lady found her space
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