All these boys whose eye I caught
Now others’ eyes they catch
But I don’t mind
I never did
For this never lasts
Each glance a different breeze
Passing through an open window
Perhaps they’ll ring the bell
And disappear again
Only for a new spirit
To take their place
Their differences keep me
laughing
Between the old and new,
What I expect
And what I'm learning
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