Shark Week (Poem by Emme Gravely, Sketch by L. C. Olmert)
Shark Week
For one week of the year
My fame over rides your fear.
Living in the shadows
I won’t be oppressed by your hatred.
You’re gonna need a bigger boat.
Almost (Poem by Spencer Miles, Sketch by Georgia Mugisha)
Almost The beauty of Earth is the almost of its fullness. The morning grass almost full of its morning dew, The leaves so--I sneeze-- almost full. Looking back up the dew is gone. The late afternoon sun almost spreads its warmth evenly, Almost every being feeling its love. I close my eyes to take it in. The warmth escapes me and when I open my eyes, The morning dew almost runs Down my almost bare feet again. Sometimes I wish I could just stop, But like almost every moment in life, I must move on. It’s like we’re almost present in every moment, but never fully there. What is truly beautiful that lasts?
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