and hit ground. I stare at tree. It stares back green. (Come) LOOK! Kite is peeking at the sky. I open the package. (It is the present.) I feel the now again. My legs are hot— doesn’t matter. Can you find tree? Sky crystal kisses me. Snow is moving under my feet like a whisper. I soar like lights pushing out from you. I can’t tell; world is moving so slowly, I think I am flying. I move my head from side to side and go back in. Rainer Pasca, 14Bay Shore, NY
January 2022
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iPhone 11 Pro Sabrina Lu, 12Ashburn, VA
Snow
Snow Is pretty Like a lilac Blooming. It’s falling Like a skydiver, Except from clouds. It’s melting Like ice cream. It’s gone Like a sad, Sad song. But someday, It will be falling from the sky. Soon. In winter. It does evaporate, After all. Avery DiBella, 10Salem, NH