the waterfront
[digital photo by greta fishburn ‘25]]
“the loopy loop “ [poem by elise rose ‘24]
It’s a June night The air smells sweet with swirls of fresh cut grass and a summery mist My dad steps into my room My doors open It was always open when i was younger It gave me the sense of comfort i needed Knowing my parents would be so easy for me to go and run to get In the situation of an emergency Like the monster under my bed My dad asks me if i would like to go on a walk Around our same route The loopy-loop as we call it Our dog Elliot ready to join right by our side We walk it and talk about everything needed I return home and go to bed with my door open
I wake up and I am 17 It doesn’t smell as mystical outside It still smells good My dad knocks on my door Now closed all the time For privacy It gives me the comfort of not bothering my parents And them not bothering me I deal with the monsters under my bed alone now My dad asks once again if I would like to go on a walk I tell him no as I am going to hang out with friends I can’t tell them no I’ll find another time to catch up with him Right? I go downstairs to leave and there’s no dog, he died last fall. I drive away by myself Maybe I’ll drive through the loopy-loop if i can remember where it is.
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