Sixth Grade Graduation

That day 
after graduation was perfect. Detroit 
winter cold, snow piled on both sides of the 
shoveled sidewalks and smooth
all over Deidre’s unshoveled backyard. We threw 
snow balls and laughed all afternoon. One
hit me in the face, the boy I can’t 
remember wiped it gently off.

The most perfect day. Snow,
kindness, freedom.
A part of the whole, 
not knowing I
was strange.

You can find the complete original poem here https://ruffdraftsite.wordpress.com/2020/07/07/graduation-party/

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