Lunch.

By , Summerfield, NC
Calamity,
Noise.
The murmur of laughter and distant arguments.

Like waves crashing,
Thunder.
Lightning.
Bickering girls and loud, obnoxious school boys.

I sit quietly with my pencil,
And observe,
So far from all of their joking and gossiping.

My table is the eye of the storm,
A calm center amidst
The theatrics of high school.





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