POEM

Hope

by: Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers

that perches in the soul

and sings the tune - without the words

and never stops at all

and sweetest in the gale is heard

and sore must be the storm

that cold abash the little bird

that kept so many warm

POEM

Romeo and Juliet

by: Richard Brawoltigan

If you will die for me

I will die for you

and our graves will

be like two lovers washing

their clothes together

in a laundromat

if you will bring the soap

I will bring the bleach

POEM

This Is Just to Say

by: William Carlos Williams

I have eaten

the plums

that were in

the ice box

and which

you were probably

saving

for breakfast

forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold