by trogers5 on April 8, 2022

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Poetry

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Marelle Hipolito ’22

There is wet sand stuck in my wet hair. 

There is wet sand stuck in my sweatshirt, and in between my toes, 

 

but I don’t care.

I’m busy looking up at the night sky with you,

rooting for a shooting star.

 

Not many things have been going our way.

Life has been lonely, and it has not been fair.

 

Maybe making a wish will turn things around. 

 

There is wet sand stuck in my wet hair. 

There is wet sand stuck in my sweatshirt, and in between my toes, 

 

But I don’t care. 

I’m looking up at the night sky with you,

Rooting for a shooting— 

 

OH! LOOK! Did you see that? 

A beautiful, bright shooting star!

 

It was quick as a blink, but unmistakable, 

A beautiful, bright shooting star!

I turn to tell you to make a wish

But then I remember 

 

that you are not here.

 

So I turn back around 

And I wish

it was not just me, alone,

With wet sand stuck in my wet hair.