2023-2024, Poem, Writing


Gabby McNally, '24

seldom stopping for september's season
snow settles soft on the second story
atop a silent house, with no cinnamon smell
just a scratch stuck on the cerulean stain
scored from last October. so short then-
you're a sky-scraper now.
this house will set with scathing fire
before the second snow; i will sketch
a new line where your souvenir sleeps
shielding the last before the leaves do not stay.