Beauty is a rainbow after a light spring rain. The caterpillars form their cocoons, and next spring they will break away and be beautiful as can be, butterflies.
The birds will serenade us in a beautiful tune as the frost of winter melts away. Flowers bloom and fields of fresh green grass go on for miles. Beauty is the salty ocean water glistening at sunset.
Colorful fish swim gracefully through the bright blue water. Dolphins glide through the busy ocean and their children jump and play throughout the sea.
The peaceful ocean waves crash onto the shore, leaping, as if to say hello to everyone on the beach.
Beauty is the Earth.
Garden Home Outside Berlin
In Love Jasmin Jimenez
in love just in his prime his family young
his hands covered with evidence of a welder, hands that could make iron succumb to his will
could hold a child so gently could caress a love's soft cheek these hands so strong yet sweet
he was my father now he's deceased
Identity Crisis
Alex Flores
look at me now,
look deep in my eyes.
one side is truth
the other is lies.
you are me and i am you
were not for this glass,
this one would be two
this one would be two,
exactly the same
in both heart, mind, and name.
is it you in the mirror
is it me,
is it both
which one's alive
which one's the ghost
so mirror, mirror tell me true
is it me, or is it you?
Extinction/Separation Jacob Gonzalez
No florescent colors No tacos No tamales No language that I could ever understand This isn't what I am This isn't who I want to be No Tejano music No church I won't be generalized The only escape is suppression No culture No mosaic tiles of the Virgin Mary Give me a choice Bring me something new Hide everything else
Habitat Marcie Elias
in the pattern I see a face that breaks off into the garbage can sitting by her stove
the wise room has a vanity that sees water that drips down from the ceiling
wind flows in through the fan mountains of gadgets and boxes block out the light in the next room
then there are the ants that have found shelter in his dinosaur of a computer in the old den
the back door opens with a long bird-like noise to a whole new habitat
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