Marguerite goes home to Honduras

In the midnight blue of morning

 before the sun does rise

I think of you Marguerite

your pretty smile, your eyes

(You stop to greet me on the street)

So warm, so sweet, so alive

I see you, waving your hands gracefully

As a sea breeze combs through your hair

covering your face

(That summer day, before you went away)

You are laughing, about wanting to stay

 in one place, permanently

Pity, it was not to be

Instead you went home to Honduras (to help your family?)

 And there, (they tell me)

You passed away.


Summer 2022

write a platonic love poem. In other words, a poem not about a romantic partner, but some other kind of love – your love for your sister, or a friend, or even your love for a really good Chicago deep dish pizza. The poem should be written directly to the object of your affections (like a letter is written to “you”), and should describe at least three memories of you engaging with that person/thing.

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