2011 – Grace Hoefs – Brown

High School Poetry Winner from the 2011 issue

Grace Hoefs

Brown space,
brown plains and skyline.
Even the air tastes brown.
Not like chocolate, like dirt.
Like a bear in your yard
that keeps coming back.
Brown like bread—

Shoulder-length, cascading ringlets—
her sister tells her they’re beautiful.
But how can that be?
They’re brown.
Her light, sea-foam,
freezing rain,
blue eyes
peer out through the murk
of a dirty life.

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