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>Intensity of a look

A moment of silence
As time has elapsed
The greatest event
Of a heart's first collapse
No sudden movements
As time stands still
Lust fills the air
As your stomach grows ill
The connection of spirits
The feeling of ONE
The capture of hearts
Has already begun
The hint of a smirk
The nod of a head
The loss of breath
When connecting words are unsaid
A flash of love
And all that it took
Was the glance to a face
And, the intensity of one look.

-- Amber Sue Haynos, Riverside High School


>Where I'm From

I am from mirror walls, old people hanging in the den, video games,
and a dining room table that no one eats on except on special occasions.
I am from a basketball hoop, gas grills and stray rabbits.
I am from violence, trash, graffiti, gangs, guns, abandoned houses
I am from my cousin Noodles, Pig, Gat, Grits, my Aunt Sticky and Aunt Head
I am from "stay out of grown folks business" and "a hard head
makes a soft behind."
I am from fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, chitterlings, collard
greens, pig feet and peach cobbler.
I am from the shoebox on the top shelf in my closet.

-- Dasia Morman, Build Academy

NeXt readers 18 and younger are welcome to send original poetry (maximum of 20 lines) to NeXt Poetry Corner, Features Department, Buffalo News, P.O. Box 100, Buffalo, N.Y. 14240. Poems should be typed and cannot be returned.

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