Creations

Southern Methodist Spring Time

A poem by Destiny Rose Murphy

Springtime sun brings
fresh
freshman flowers out
all across Dallas Lawn.

They grow out of the
always green grass,
dragged up through the dirt
by cloudless warmth and
midterm stress.

New vines stretch between
trees like bean-pods

suspended

by tightly knotted ropes
and carabineers.

The hammocks bear fruit:
Sophomores snooze in
their capsules,
patiently procrastinating.

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