As We

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What brings you peace?

The weather has been demented lately, here. I’m thankful for the first, second, and third responders who save others, clean up, and bring peace again.

This may be our last near-miss
Last squall before our storm
Whether strangled at our roots
By lightning we were born

It matters not as we clean up
Slide on our better shoes
Clear the look of fear from here
We shine now, for, we choose!

Call upon the team who cares
Calculate the pass
Wake up from the half-sleep dream
We’ve graduated class

After School

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I wish I could’ve told her
Someone should’ve told her
That Friday, after school
She radiated! 

Light bounced from her hair
Every which way forever
Stayed with her and it wouldn’t stop
Shot from each strand straight through her

Causing what must be
An eternally electric smile
So I’ll tell the lightning gods
Do not forsake her in school