some already sprout their colorful
plumage, swooping out the red doors
murmurating in groups or
singles, hustle and join;
shake the dust off, they
fly from the coop
to be free-
(briefly)
teens
3:15
Pencilonmybackporch
Writing from home, school and travel
Pencilonmybackporch 
I love the form you took for this poem. It perfectly captures the fleeting scene in front of you. School’s out, with all of the students bursting forth. The flight and bird imagery is going to stick with me. Beautiful.
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A flock of teens! This imagery is spot on. I like your word play and and syntax.
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Oh, I love these first lines: “some already sprout their colorful plumage, swooping out the red doors” You caught this moment so perfectly! It was great to visualize and imagine the bustle. Great poetry format.
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What a positive light to shed on high school dismissal. Love this! Out they swarm!
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