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The sound of the rushin' Spokane beneath me,
A hawk circles above,
I pull a chapter of my life out of my back pocket,
A friends hand holds a book of matches.

As I reach for the matches,
I cry silently inside,
After asking for guidance,
I bring closure to my eyes.

Up in flames,
It burns quickly,
Looking toward my friend,
I see a new chapter being written.

Can't think,
Too much fear,
As I burn that chapter,
I silently shed a tear.

Celeste Adame