Standing In my room A feeling of impending doom Comes slowly Wondering What path will I take In this cruel world Folding Folding Folding The clothes rumpled Like elephant skin I sit down Exhausted Thinking “How is this possibly going to end well?” Zeke Braman, 9Acton, MA
Poetry-Reflections
We the People
People want to say a lot of things. People think they know a lot of things. People want always to be in the right. People think they’re always on the good side of every fight. People say be open to new ideas. People mean their ideas. People are stupid. I am stupid. We are stupid. Galen Halasz, 13Saranac Lake, NY
Wrong side
I wake up on that side of bed. My leg’s my arm, My arm’s my head. Lucy Hurwitz, 10Newton, MA
