Page 21 of The Black Flamingo

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to see the Red Arrows.

I love their speed and grace,

red, white, and blue vapor trails

behind them tagging the sky,

graffiti defying gravity.

They are what I look forward to

all day and all year.

Other planes are bigger

but none compare

to these darting beauties.

Fast like freedom,

now you see them,

now they’re gone

but not quite; the sky is blue

but also red and white.

I’m so excited to start middle school,

I spend hours and hours practicing

my singing in my room.

I soon learn music

is only a small part of what my new

school is about: sports is the bigger

focus.

I spend my lunchtimes in the library

or practicing guitar or clarinet

but never play soccer

or go near the cage

of boys and balls.

Choir meets on Tuesday and Thursday

after school. Mr. and Mrs. Evans

seem different from how they were

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