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


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