These poems
are meant to commemorate
the time of the notebook.
What happened
since September
when the dark green book began.
Things moved
quickly,
busy,
so busy.
Which is a proper
explanation
for just how many months
it took to fill
this one.
Long stretched.
Nine to nine days.
Working, schooling
laughing, learning.
These sets of months
were
happy.
Perhaps the happiest yet.
12/23/2015
Riley Welch
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