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Ben Donahue

Duck, Duck, Wham!

Rounding the corner of the worn, wooden playground structure,
In the distance, a boy’s head, bobbing as he runs away from me,
my breath a little short after all the chasing.

Duck,
A dip under a metal bar,
Burning hot, gleaming in the summer sun.

Duck,
A closer miss,
His hair brushing the bar as mine stands on end

Wham

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]