North Is Relative

Killing my own mockingbird;
my innocence is dead.
I mourn for the girl in the bus window
lining up three compasses
in search of an indisputable north.
I cry for the boy at his pen-scrawled desk
who saw blue in a cloud-ridden sky.
How long ago did we all
waste short hours lying in
the grass? Now
nothing's so simple as I remember
and it didn't seem simple
then. Only after it's gone
do we long for it. Interwoven ribbons
slip through our fingers even as we
grab for a moment
already past.
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hmm...
I like the reference to "To Kill a Mockingbrid" (or at least thats what I assume it is) may I suggest changing
"looking down at
three compasses in her lap."
to
"looking down
at three compasses in her lap."
I think it might help a little...
i really like
i really like this...
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Love is giving someone the power to break your heart, but trusting them not to