Beginning is the color of a red poppy
It tastes like a fresh papaya coated with a ripe lime
It lives in an ending, patiently waiting its turn
A beginning is a wave, rolling, like an uncontrollable wagon, flying across the colored sand
It’s a palm tree, dancing in the wind like a ballerina
Even though it looks so calm, deep down, it’s just scared to impress the audience
Both sides holding their breath.
— Zia Gabriel Coburn, 6th Grade
This article appears in A Wing and A Prayer.
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