Quarter ends; stress peaks, respite required.
Absent for a week: spring break.
“Will you remember me?” Seniors ask.
Summer chores: mow lawns, weed garden.
July’s silence: dodging talk of school.
Echoing halls whisper: school spirit soars.

Quarter ends; stress peaks, respite required.
Absent for a week: spring break.
“Will you remember me?” Seniors ask.
Summer chores: mow lawns, weed garden.
July’s silence: dodging talk of school.
Echoing halls whisper: school spirit soars.

We hadA chance to unite and fightThe virus. Isolate and investigate,Until ready to vaccinate,Our shield against advancing attack. Yet shadows and doubtInvaded impatient mindsBinding division across the land. Warnings ignoredWith careless greedEncouraged our unseen enemy to breed. And now, in our currentWar of the WorldHubris allows mutations to swell. Lamenting our sinsFailing what could have…
If you can brave storms of “Solo? On this day?”
And deflect pity with chuckle, turning dismay into play.
For reasons I still find amusing, the top Google search phrases leading people to TheOtherKLM.com is “ethereal poetry.”
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You rest in a small pine box n the back of your garage. Frayed fingertips, soiled grassy green and earth-stained brown…
I drank daily eight glasses of water…