1 train, February 18th, 2014
I recited Ava’s poem Spushcacao to inspire Athena. She needed a little time to think, so her dad promised to send it over the next hour. I was amazed at how she had remembered and processed Ava’s poem, and made a perplexing version of her own.
I made up a word that is far beyond crazy.
It dies up on sand and land.
Who knows what this word could be?
It’s a mystery