i’m stretched out in the grass,
my head propped up on my backpack,
my legs crossed. the wind
blows across my skin,
the leaves tickle each other.
the last teacher has gone home.
i am waiting here for mom.
i slip into a gentle sleep,
the dappled sunlight warms me.
my mother’s soft hand
on my cheek wakes me,
“honey, let’s go home.”
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Ammanda Selethia Moore
Ammanda Selethia Moore (they/elle) is a non-binary poet and writer who also teaches English at Norco College. Their poetry has been published in Synchronized Chaos, Literary Yard, and The Journal of Radical Wonder. They live with their partner in sunny southern California.