Poems from Naomi.conklin

The Age of the Underdogs
 As a child,  your first friend,  who promises to be there 'till the very end.   That day in 3rd grade, when she finds someone new. Tells...
He's an Angel
A sea of green, moving quietly,  hushed, hidden by their surroundings, so as not to be seen by the predators ahead.   Then whistling, like...