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Shakedown
Rubbing the photo on my white cotton shirt attempting to
remove the dirt, I ask myself: “What did I do to deserve this?” Though I
expected to find my cell in total disarray after the search, I still was not
prepared for what I saw upon entering the cage I call home. A tornado has swept
through my world. The mattress, sheets, and clothes are draping slovenly over
my steel bunk and locker. The letters from family and friends that help me
survive in prison are now scattered on the concrete floor, and the books that
teach me to treat others as I want to be treated hide beneath the debris of
this man-made disaster. Just when I think this is the extent of the damage, I
find boot prints on the innocent faces of my infant nephews.
Nature
at Play
slowly in front of everyone’s
eyes. The morning traffic jams the
congested road that not even water can leak
through. The road spreads its limbs flatly to
accommodate
the dead load of metals and flesh.
The ferry tickles the tranquil bay leaving
a trail of white bubbly waves behind. While
the
wind yawns out a howling cold breath,
seagulls and
little black birds extend their wings for a
warm up stretch.
The trees stand silently bathing in the sweet
mountain dews.
Inch by inch the clouds creep around the
mountain and blankets it. The sun escorts
the clouds by beaming its ray as a guide.
Just as the mountain is about to be consumed,
the sun
vanishes. The milky white clouds panic and
transform into
gun metal gray. It backs off from its attempt
to conquer.
The strength and serenity of the mountain
inspire the clouds’ creativity. It
spontaneously
starts to decorate the mountain and blue sky
with its flexible
and fluffy feature, creating a post card for
millions to enjoy.
The clouds unite as one with
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