On Being 16

Laugh until you can’t breathe
with the wind blowing on your face

a hand on your thigh
in the back seat of his buddy’s car

at the quarry, throw rocks
ponder the dark silence, the lights in the skies

go for long walks after curfew; do questionable things
with your hair; cry with the songs you sing

go too fast, until your heart spins.

It’s National/Global Poetry Writing Month! I’m participating via Napowrimo.net, where today’s challenge is to write an instructional poem.

2 thoughts on “On Being 16

    1. Thank you. I’ve recently had some sixteen year-olds in my life (and just saw a fabulous production of Romeo and Juliet) so the headstrong pushes of adolescence have been on my mind.

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