When I was little
I sculpted in chalk a girl’s body
on the blackboard children were writing
perfect mathematical equations
I hid my doll in my pocket
playing hopscotch
over the shadow of a thin birch

Snowstorms covered school windows
old silvery branches bowed again
white lines were swept away
my small statue stayed the same
sustaining on a book shelf
some yellow tinged photographs

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