SECOND PLACE, SONNETS:

DAZED AND CONFUSED

It won't be long until I'm with the moon
this summer. Bare feet whisper on midnight
grass. Drenched dazed and confused afternoons soon.
Flags furled high on the fourth. Ball caps slightly

Off-balance. Out of order. Life shut down.
Pebbles sprinkle high school bedrooms at night.
"I'll be right down," she smiles, fearful of sound.
Hands entwined; fingers sweat. Teenage forthright.

Midnight memories turn into dawning
suns. Iowa yawns her dawn's early sign.
Small towns reveal their majestic awnings.
Morning tiptoes through tall beams of sunshine.

A girl kisses a boy. Lips stay disposed,
smiling... until eyes are no longer closed.

Erik Trilk
Marion

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