I was at the pond one day, feeding the fish, under the hot sun. When clouds have a conversation with the sun. A cool wave of air touches my fingers and toes. The fish swim down to the bottom of the river. I was at the dinner table one night, eating the fat fish […]
July/August 2018
The City
Stoplights reflect off the bay The faint sound of glasses clinking and people talking is carried on the breeze The moon is shrouded by clouds Towering buildings blink with neon lights A lone car drives across a scarlet bridge Karinne Ulrey, 10Los Gatos, CA Eli Breyer Essiam, 10Cambridge, MA
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Untitled, tempera, watercolor, cellophane Reed Skelton, 8Santa Cruz, CA
