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SHADE
from Grotonian Draft
by Amy Ma

Maya Luthi
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I like the color orange leaves in New England fall, bonfire embers, ripe loquats, a spotlight's metal coil as it pops and flashes off. It's the color of boiled-down light concentrated, syrupy, intense it's the vivacious color of when days begin and end...
I'm excited by endings and beginnings (at least I really want to be) excited to leave, to look back, then look forward and to see every pretty, perfect thing, and each colorful mistake and the new and glowing future paths to blaze and plans to make
But right now I long for 3:15 or 10am or noon
To be sitting in the shade of a tall, old oak in June and not to be distracted by a spectacle of light the fleetingness of purple wisps or sparkling flecks of golden night
I'd like to sit in the shade of something larger than I distracted by a calc test, a rowing race, a guy, not thinking too much un-reminded still of time.