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Poem of the Day

Pieta

By Kevin Young

I hunted heaven
for him.

No dice.

Too uppity,
it was. Not enough

music, or dark dirt.

I begged the earth empty
of him. Death

believes in us whether
we believe

or not. For a long while
I watch the sound

of a boy bouncing a ball
down the block

take its time
to reach me. Father,

find me when
you want. I`ll wait.
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Ms. Gulick and Ms. LeClair will be organizing the Poetry Out Loud competition this year at EHS. The "Poem of the Day" found on this page comes from the POL anthology. To find more poems, learn the art of poetry recitation and get familiar with the contest rules, please visit the POL website.

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