A Dream of Chaos

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
May 2018

By Atlas William Iacobucci

The sound of thunder and rain thrashing around,
clinging to the Empire State Building.
As it flails and turns, I jump
through the window.
As the small bang of me landing
gets swallowed by the sound of thunder,
I jump down the narrow stairs
just as I hear fireworks.
And then I see it.
The tiles flying in the air.
I hear a small voice.
It gets louder and louder
until I see a huge flash of light.
And then New York is all fine.
And giant whale-like things flying
are just the sound of morning doves.

Atlas William Iacobucci A Dream of Chaos

Atlas William Iacobucci, 9
New Haven, CT

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2 Comments
 
  1. Cindy House May 1, 2018 at 12:30 pm Reply

    This is such a vivid and wonderful poem.

  2. Thatpersonewhoisnice May 6, 2018 at 10:58 am Reply

    Good job!

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