Group+A

Business in the Mind of a Seven-Year Old

Peculiar scents on our floral-pattern couches Forget-me-not smells the sweetest The mess of trees looming on the house's side Family meets, greets, and gathers Potholes from sand eroded concrete Carve our names in this sacred entity Tugging on my line Seagulls swoop down Only to move so effortlessly in the breeze We feel shedding bark under our skin The long, creaky dock Using a boardwalk as a way to connect the world Big lit-up sign, “500” what? The canoes and kayaks lay still in the water Crashing on as your feet sink in The smell of seawater permeates the air But it was okay, for it was summer

-Ryan Simpson (typed it up) -Lexi Halperin, Sammy Cannillo, Laura Bilash, Emily Consodine, Victoria Bellmay