I GOT PUBLISHED AGAIN! blaugh blaugh blaugh And here's the poem that was chosen as one of the only two from the whole school!!!
Look But Don't Touch
The door opens.
The room seems small to our party of five,
but holds the steel bed in the center.
It looks so small in the sparse, cold little room.
He looks asleep,
the blanket tucked up to his chin,
eyes closed, his face still that earth-child tan.
I want to say,
"Ha ha, good joke," or "C'mon, wake up so we can go home,"
but nothing is said.
Like an antique,
or something otherwordly,
the rule remains:
Look, see, cry, speak in whispers.
Do not touch.
Comments appreciated.
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