Poetry

Morning, by Olivia Austin

March 28, 2025 /
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Steam rising from clothes

I hang out to dry.

Smoky haze catches breeze,

disappears in morning light.

Early rain clings to arched trees

and falls, falls.

Dragonflies and hummingbirds sit on wire.

I watch,

Outsider.

There is a future where I have only memories.

Olivia Austin is a 12th grader at Poland Regional High School in Maine. She has been published in the online magazine Literally Stories. Olivia is looking forward to attending college next year and hopes to continue writing throughout her life.

– Olivia Austin