I have to visit a school—
a girls' school
There is a drawing competition
The topic is: sky
I would love to see how the girls perceive the sky
They might have drawn the moon, stars, and galaxies—
the Milky Way, satellites, and orbits
But I am interested in a drawing where
a ladder reaches the moon, a girl with a basket plucks stars
Or a space traveler who has landed on the moon
sits resignedly beneath a green tree with red flowers by the edge of a river
Or aliens and humans gaze at Earth through a telescope
and find it filled with fire, floods, and snow
and plan to rehabilitate it
Perhaps I could meet a girl who has flown her heart’s butterfly over the sky
to where the universe ends
and at the end, a dream blossoms like a rose
I have expectations
But I feel as though the exhibition has been visited by me
Should I go now?
When I am well convinced
that girls are more intelligent and creative than boys.
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A Glaring Omission
I made peace with being cast out by others pretty early in life. As lonely as it may sound, I don’t recall many times during childhood when those actions affected me any longer than a moment or two. Being deemed the weird/gay/weird gay freak by everyone from neighborhood kids to blood relatives allowed me the privilege of sneaking away whenever I pleased to dive deeper into hobbies that molded the proud pop culture geek and writer I am today.
By Jonathan Apollo4 days ago in Psyche
Comments (4)
I love it
Oooo, I especially loved the girl with the basket plucking stars!
Great expectations! especially hoping for an alien and human to look at earth through a telescope and one who has flown on her butterfly to the end of the universe. Wow!
There's just something about youth. Great poem