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Beginning with the spring 2013 Library newsletter, we will be showcasing student writing in a new feature called Student Voices. "Oluwabunmi Apara," a poem by Theresa Baez, was selected by a panel to be the first Student Voices entry. You can hear Baez reading her poem at SoundCloud.
"Sweet Kissena Park," by Laura Fleischer, was also a favorite of the judges, and we are pleased to share it with you here.
Sweet Kissena Park,
Let me touch your pond waters with tentative fingertips,
Your cherry blossom trees in the springtime make my mind sing,
Cool air and warm sunshine upon my face.
All traffic dies away with that soft murmur of your floral enclosure.
Rough bark of that tree with with the carved heart against my back,
While I read and delved further into the soul of the man I love most.
The trees sway and concerns vanish into your winding trails,
When the sun bakes the brown earth like fresh bread
Under my bare toes.
Your scarlet cloak is lovely in autumn,
When the sun dapples and dips,
Onto your forest floor.
Your green grass skirt is welcoming against my face.
From the spaces in your arms,
I can see kites and hear the drones of toy airplanes,
In the lazy summer air.
Your gates with the trains
are refuge for me.
What I love most about you--
You let me be free.
And there are few places and people
I can say that to.
My troubles fall away,
as I get lost so sweetly
in your sassafras fields.
Your wild, wild secrets
whisper at me through a soil cloaked sheen.
Children adore your maternal voice.
What other place has been so refreshing for me?
You play a drum all throughout the year,
and I am attentive to your call.
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