Cutout: Friends Of The Road

Around Valentine’s Day, my writing teacher asked the class to define love. I just sat there and doodled on my notebook to look busy. I didn’t know what love was. How was I supposed to know?! I’m a teenager! I didn’t think about love until months later when I wrote this poem. Do I know what love is now? No, of course not! But I do have a poem about love four and a half months late for Valentine’s Day.

friends of the road by Opal Ratchye