On a sunny day, I went walking
along newly thawed sidewalks,
stepping into fresh snow puddles.

Once, this all was white, but now
bits of green push up from under rocks
and at the tips of tree branches.

From the bottom of the hill
I spot skinny-legged boys
riding on wooden skateboards

and I think I hear music playing
from a garage or an open window,
but when I get closer, I see

it’s a girl sitting in a tree
and she stops singing when I
get near, just like a bird does.

Maria Dontas


About loyolapoets

The Greyhound Collective Poetry Revival would like to consider “mission statement” in its simplest terms. Rather than reiterate the boundaries of our task, we simply express our aim: to become a mission – a party of individuals sent out into the world with a message meant to unveil a uniting principle of truth. We define this message as “poetry.” We promote poetry as a viable and vivid art form, alive and accessible. Freed from its ivory tower, our poetry will breathe life into an ailing form while fostering an artful relationship with the greater community. We assert ourselves under the following mantra: “your mouth is a sign of how sacred your life actually is.” As a collective, we write to be sanctified. View all posts by loyolapoets

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