Concentration
A moment frozen
A single glance
An observation made
Of a boy's concentrating face.
Golden hair tousled,
Fingers cupping bangs,
Rosy lips slightly parted,
Sky blue orbs locked onto a wrinkled paper,
Pale cheeks flushed red,
Long limbs all akimbo,
And a scent,
Not unlike smoke,
Hanging in the air.
This poem is about:
My community