Early November
The grass grows in scraggly tufts
Burnt brown by the cold
That nips at us through our woolen blanket
We sit with knees tucked to our chests
Complain about the weather
Wonder why we joined the tennis team
You make a tent with your shirt
And hide beneath it, your
Dark braid sticking out of the collar
In small shuffling steps we
Walk around the court
Our arms wrapped around ourselves
Tight as sweaters
You are hunched over and shivering and laughing
At how ridiculous it is to
Play tennis in the winter
I am shivering too
But not from the cold
The metal bench presses cold into my thighs
We are connected by
The thin black wire of
A pair of earbuds
I play your favorite band
You mouth the lyrics
Softly
Like you don’t want anyone to know
I steal a glance of your face, bit by bit
Of eyes equal parts green and brown
And the curve of your cheek
Brushed red by the wind
The space between us is the
Precipice over a
Great and confusing ocean
I do the only thing I can and
Pull you close and
Hope you never know how I see you
We still wave hello in the hallways
Make promises to hang out
In my mind we have lived a thousand years
Of intertwined fingers
Beneath woolen blankets
Author Bio:
Rayna Yu is a violinist and writer who lives in Virginia. In her spare time, she works on her young adult fantasy novel and plays with her cat. Rayna currently attends Colonial Forge High School.
The grass grows in scraggly tufts
Burnt brown by the cold
That nips at us through our woolen blanket
We sit with knees tucked to our chests
Complain about the weather
Wonder why we joined the tennis team
You make a tent with your shirt
And hide beneath it, your
Dark braid sticking out of the collar
In small shuffling steps we
Walk around the court
Our arms wrapped around ourselves
Tight as sweaters
You are hunched over and shivering and laughing
At how ridiculous it is to
Play tennis in the winter
I am shivering too
But not from the cold
The metal bench presses cold into my thighs
We are connected by
The thin black wire of
A pair of earbuds
I play your favorite band
You mouth the lyrics
Softly
Like you don’t want anyone to know
I steal a glance of your face, bit by bit
Of eyes equal parts green and brown
And the curve of your cheek
Brushed red by the wind
The space between us is the
Precipice over a
Great and confusing ocean
I do the only thing I can and
Pull you close and
Hope you never know how I see you
We still wave hello in the hallways
Make promises to hang out
In my mind we have lived a thousand years
Of intertwined fingers
Beneath woolen blankets
Author Bio:
Rayna Yu is a violinist and writer who lives in Virginia. In her spare time, she works on her young adult fantasy novel and plays with her cat. Rayna currently attends Colonial Forge High School.
RSS Feed